“And A Hunting We Will Go”
“And a Hunting We Will Go”
Summary: In retrospect, Elisa should’ve seen it coming-
Words: 1,324
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Warnings! Blood, Animal Death
A03:
In retrospect, Elisa should’ve seen it coming-
Working a twelve hour shift straight was a bitch. Exhaustion crept to every little corner of her body, her arms and legs felt like lead, her back was stiff, her eyes burned red from the lack of sleep. When she finally got home, she jumped straight into a hot bath to soak. The steam and heat were heaven on earth as she sunk low into the bathtub. She wanted to exist here forever.
"Mommy!“ the door to her bathroom thundered open, the hinges squeaking as it hit the wall. Elisa repressed a groan but kept her eyes closed sinking lower into the hot water. As they say-a woman’s work is never done.
"Yes, baby?” The excited taps of bare feet slapped against the tiles.
"Look what I caught!“ The smell hit her before her eyes popped open and another word left her lips. With a loud, violent splash, hot soapy bath water smacked her right in the face.
Coughing and sputtering, Elisa struggled to wipe the water out of her eyes, groping in the dark she leaned over the tub to grab a dry towel.
There was a moment in all the silence where time stood still-after getting the suds out her eyes, she opened them only to be greeted by dark, lifeless ones. Beak hung open; a dead pigeon’s carcass sailed the currents of her now bloody bath water.
Elisa froze for a brief second.
"See!” Aila yelped excitedly, hopping up and down” I got it all by myself!“ Elisa managed to tear her eyes away from the dead animal to catch a glimpse of her daughter’s bloody face and bloody fangs which had tatters of feathers stuck in between them.
Yeah…… She really, really should’ve seen it coming.
Goliath was teaching them how to hunt. Elisa didn’t think it was necessary. But, he protested, saying that it was. What if they were caught in a situation where they needed to catch their food in order to survive?
He had a point. Better safe than sorry.
Besides, every hatchling is taught to hunt, regardless. It’s tradition. Elisa left him to it. It gave the kids an extra outlet to expend energy anyways. By the time they came home, they were absolutely exhausted which made putting them down for nap time far easier.
Elisa didn’t think much of it, well, until there was a dead pigeon swimming in her bathtub. She wasn’t mad (why would she be?) or anything just startled. Dead things really shouldn’t bother at this point, especially concerning her own career.
"Baby, where did you get the pigeon from?"
"Outside!” Vague answer. Did Goliath take them hunting? It was pretty late last she checked.
"Where’s daddy?“
"Don’t know! I did it by myself!” Elisa frowned a little.
"Aila, you’re not supposed go hunting without daddy"
"I wanted to do it myself. See! I’m a big girl now, I can do it"
"I know, baby, but you could’ve gotten seriously hurt. You’re all cut up"
"I only got some scratches, but it doesn’t hurt" she held out her arms, oblivious to the alarm in her mother’s voice “and-and I didn’t cry either. See I’m big now"
"I can see that-” the scratches along her arms and face didn’t seem too bad. Nothing a little antiseptic cream and some bandages can’t fix “but, honey, you need to be more careful"
"But I’m okay!” she argues then reached up to rub her wounded cheek “see!"
"I know, but still-"
"Elisa!” Goliath barreled through the bathroom door, she nearly spat her beating heart out. She sometimes forgets how fast he can move despite his massive size.
Also, the door to the bathroom was broken.
"I smelt-Aila!“ He was by her side in seconds, lifting his third born up to inspect her injuries "what happened?!”
"Hi, daddy! Look!“ She pointed to the bath water once again blind to the anxiety she was causing both of her parents "I caught it all by myself!” She chirped excitedly, wings and tail fluttering in glee.
"I-what?“
"The pigeon” she says.
"Pigeon-“ his eyes drift over to the poor avian floating in the bathtub "oh.” He replies softly.
"I caught it, daddy!“
"Ah, I can see that, but you are quite the mess, my daughter"
"It scratched me, but I fought back really hard!"
"I checked the cuts” Elisa intervened “they’re too shallow to be anything serious"
"Are you going to cook it, mommy?"
"Cook it?"
"I caught it for dinner. I wanted to help"
"Oh! Well, sure” Elisa pushed some wet hair from her face side eyeing the dead bird.
Right.
"Yay!“
After the fear had vanished from the room, Goliath helped their daughter to a well needed bath. Elisa tended to the pigeon, the poor bastard didn’t see it coming, and wrapped in an old, tattered bath towel.
‘Guess I’ll have Owen dispose of it. Somewhere’
"Ow! Daddy that stings!"
"It means the medicine is working"
“Can I have the hello kitty Band-Aid?"
"Yes, daughter you may” father and daughter were housed in the master bedroom. Aila was scrubbed head to toe. Squeaky clean. Goliath was treating her scratches while she watched intently from her perch on the edge of the bed.
"Aila?“
"Yes, daddy!” It gets a smile from him before he changes his demeanor.
"You know you’re not supposed to go hunting without me"
"But daddy-“
"There are rules in place for reasons; they are there to ensure your safety."
"But daddy-"
"Aila-”
"But daddy I’m not little anymore.“ She cuts him off again.
"Well, yes, but that doesn’t mean my rules no longer apply. You may not be so little, but you are still learning, any number of things could have happened. You’re lucky a couple of scratches are the only thing you received."
Her ears fell back behind her head "Are you angry?"
"No, I just want you to be safe”
"Okay….“ she says a little dejectedly "I’ll wait for you"
"That’s all ask” he gently pats her head.
"Will you cook it for dinner?“
"What?"
"The pigeon daddy!"
"Oh, right-” he glances over to Elisa “uhh-"
"Of course, sweetheart.”
"Okay!“
"Can I have cake?"
"Not until after super” Goliath answers.
"Can I have strawberries then, the ones mommy bought?“
"You may-” in her excitement she tried to scramble from her father’s grasp to the kitchen “now wait a minute. You’re still dripping wet” it took a while to pat her dry, as she kept squirming.
"Am I done now?“
"Yes, daughter you’re dry now” she hopes off his lap to make way for the kitchen.
"Puts some clothes on first!“ Elisa shouts after her.
"Yes, mommy!” But then she comes running back to their room “you guys gonna cook the pigeon, right?” She asks, double checking.
"Of course,“ she lies through her teeth again.
"Okay!” She chirps before prancing back towards her bedroom. Goliath waits until he knows Aila’s out of earshot to ask.
"Are you truly going to cook…that?“
"Are you?” She shoots back at him.
"Perhaps-“ he trails off to give the dead bird another incredulous glance "but I doubt it would be safe to consume"
"God only knows what kind of diseases it’s carrying” she grimaces.
"Agreed, but you did promise to cook it, why lie?“
"I didn’t. We’ll just have Owen burn the poor bastard and replace it with a chicken. It’s not like she’ll know the difference"
"That is true, but we shouldn’t lie to the child"
"It’s just a little white fib, besides pigeon kind of tastes like chicken anyways"
"Still-” he wants to argue.
"Do you wanna tell her we threw her prized catch away?“
He frowned "No."
"Then that settles it, we’ll just snatch a chicken from the freezer and cook it” Elisa was right, Aila didn’t notice. She beamed at the table, happily recounting her tale about how she caught dinner to everyone as they ate.
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Goliath-Centric
Basically, writing stuff about Goliath's parents and his wonderful home life. And generational trauma.
: - )
ANGST!
Gargoyles did not claim parentage to their children. Hatchlings were children of the clan, raised up and cared for by the village. It was considered selfish to do otherwise.
"We are a community, we need to operate like one. Just as a hive cannot be sustained by one bee. Just as the nest of an ant cannot be ruled only by a sole queen, everyone has their part to play, everyone has a role, a service to do. It is the way of our people."
An elder once said to him.
Then did that mean his mother was selfish?
Lia.
His mother. She had claimed him for her own against every warning she should not. But, she did not care and his clan did not much care for her. His mother was an outsider, but literally and metaphorically. Hudson had found her, half starving and bloodied by a river bank and took pity of her. She said she had hailed from a clan faraway where the land was barren and mountainous, but she did not speak of it more, she had no desire to return, she had ran away and never looked back.
And while his clan was gracious enough to allow her refuge they never truly accepted her. And his mother never really made an effort to build any bridges between them and her. She was a loner and kept to herself.
His clan was content to leave her and not pay her any mind. Until she claimed his egg for her own.
The elders were not happy about it and voiced their discontent.
"Those are not our ways"
"They may be yours, but they are not mine. I abide by no one's rules, but my own"
The elders of Clan Wyvern kicked up a fuss, but it is not as though they did much about it. Or could do anything about it, given that the clan leader of that time-Samson-did not care and was his father, not that he had much part in raising him.
His younger self never understood why. His mother and father never became a truly mated pair which also struck a nerve with the elders, but they were too afraid of Samson to voice it openly to his face. They had no ceremony and made no real fan fair about it. It often made him wonder if his parents ever liked each other. They never argued, disagreements sometimes, but it never escalated. His mother never had anything bad to say about his father nor did he ever hear his father bad mouth his mother.
They were an odd pair-silent and distant.
There were very few pleasant memories he had of his own father. Some of them vivid, others hazy, his father was a man of very little words and an even shorter temper. He was not very well liked among their clan. He was temperamental, violent almost to the point of being unhinged, and seemingly uncaring about anything else that wasn't killing. And not all that friendly.
There was no one in the clan that he considered friend, Goliath doubted he ever truly trusted anyone. The closest thing to that, probably was Hudson.
And his mother-
Like he said before-their relationship was always a mystery to him.
"I do not think I'm capable of love"
Goliath looked up, meekly, his father was so tall, even while sitting he had to crank his all the way back to catch a glimpse of his face "I do not understand others"
…..
"I hardly understand myself"
"I'm not kind. I only know war, blood-violence is my only expression. I'm not meant to be gentle. Or anything else of that matter" it's the most he's ever heard him speak.
"I cannot not be what you wish me to be"
Goliath ducked his head not knowing what to say "I was never meant to be a father"
Goliath didn't know what he meant to do by telling himself such. He had been so young then, and his father was more an entity of fear than a person to him. He never smiled, never laughed, he was never much of anything. When he wasn't brutalizing his enemies, he'd be alone, carving wood until his hands bled. And while his mother was distant, he can recall the small, quiet smiles she'd give him. Or sometimes she let out a bout of boisterous laughter though those were rare.
Most of the time she was sad. And when she wasn't abrasive towards others, she was stagnant, her face vacant except for the emotions he was far too young to understand.
The writers missed a good opportunity to have Elisa kiss Goliath's stone form.
I never realized when you were human how beautiful you are.
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