A Gargoyles Fanfiction
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Summary
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I really need to stop letting myself watch marvellous things that I know will more than likely spawn a rabid plunny.....
Yeah..... Nostalgia beckoned and I gave into the urge to watch one of the greatest animated TV Shows of all time: Gargoyles.
I'm sure you can guess what happened.....
So, on arriving in Avalon with Elise and Bronx, Goliath discovers yet another figure from his past survived alongside the Princess, Tom, the Magus and his Clan's children.
And, of course, adventures and love-times proceed from there. ;)
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Excerpt
"Why did you leave?" he asked, his deep voice tight. "Without word, without explanation. You left. You left your friends, your family—your Clan!" Her sharp, bitter laugh startled him.
"Family? My Clan? My Clan were the ones who wanted me gone."
"No," he objected with a slashing gesture, "no. We grieved your loss." He stepped forward, grasping her shoulders, trying to meet her eye. "I—I grieved when you left."
"I wish I could believe that," she countered, shrugging free from his grip. Her eyes glinted with resentment and something else he couldn't place. "You were one of the only of our Clan who never once looked at me with pity or contempt. And once I thought—" Only for her expression to harden. "I hoped that if anyone would speak for me, it would be you. Yet you did not care enough to even bear witness when I was cast out from the only home, the only family I'd known."
"What? I do not understand." Goliath fought back a growl of frustration. "Cast out? What are you talking about?" Her expression darkened.
"I was cast out because I was less!" she hissed. "Banished. And you did nothing to stop it." He recoiled at the venom in her voice.
"No," he breathed, a horrible truth dawning on him, fury beginning to build within him. Betrayal. Betrayal and grief. That was what he saw in her eyes. "The Clan would never turn on one of our own. For what possible reason—"
"For being a burden to the Clan," she spat, her tail lashing behind her, punctuating her anger. "Of what use is a gargoyle with no wings." His expression darkened in kind, a growl rumbling from his deep in his chest.
"Who told you this?"
Her eyes narrowed.
"You never could see her cruelty, her disdain forthose who were less in her eyes. Not toward the humans, nor toward me." He knew then.
Demona.
"You have no idea how much it hurt me to see you love her," she whispered, turning away from him.
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