Ashes to Ashes Chapter 3: Moth to a Flame
Title: Ashes to Ashes Part 3: Moth to a Flame
Rating: PG-13
Universe: Gargoyles
Summery: Brooklyn is being just a little bit creepy.
Brooklyn sat on the ledge outside of the apartment, one leg dangling over the side as he looked into the window. They'd released Marian from the hospital during the day (at her lawyer's insistence), and he'd had to ask Elisa for her address. He wanted to assure himself that she wasn't going to try and take another nosedive off a building. He was still trying to process the idea that this woman in the flannel shirt was related to the bastard who had tried to hard to destroy the clan. Of course, he could see some resemblance... the prematurely graying hair, something in her nose... but still! She kept stuffed animals on her bed!
Right now she was sitting on a beaten up old couch; her legs tucked up under her chin, as she clutched a photograph. Brooklyn hadn't been able to see just what the picture was of, but he could guess. This was a woman in mourning, even if the man she was mourning didn't deserve it.
She didn't look like she'd brushed her hair, and the lack of smudging on her face made it clear she'd made no attempt to wear make-up. Brooklyn privately thought that most human women would look better without it anyway, but that was just him.
He watched Marian put the picture on the table and stand up, pushing wild black hair off her face. She retreated to the bedroom, and Brooklyn followed, still out on the ledge. She liked stuffed bears; they littered her bed and dresser like a plush menagerie. She flung herself upon the bed, her arms spread wide as she looked up at the ceiling. He watched her lay there amongst the cheerful stuffed toys. He could almost feel her despair rolling off her in waves.
Brooklyn raised his hand, pressing it to the window. The glass was cool to his touch. That was when his cell phone decided it was time to make its presence known again, and Brooklyn ducked down onto the fire escape so Marian wouldn't notice. "What?" he said, trying to keep the worst of his irritation out of his voice.
"Just seeing where you were, bro." Lexington said on the other end. "It's an hour till sunup, and we were starting to worry." The green gargoyle's concern was evident in his voice.
Brooklyn sighed, ducking his head. "I'm on my way back, don't worry,” he said, jumping up onto the railing. He flicked the cell phone off and put it back on his belt before spreading his wings wide and leaping off the rail. He caught an updraft and let it carry him towards the Aerie building. He never saw the window behind him open.
Rating: PG-13
Universe: Gargoyles
Summery: Brooklyn is being just a little bit creepy.
Brooklyn sat on the ledge outside of the apartment, one leg dangling over the side as he looked into the window. They'd released Marian from the hospital during the day (at her lawyer's insistence), and he'd had to ask Elisa for her address. He wanted to assure himself that she wasn't going to try and take another nosedive off a building. He was still trying to process the idea that this woman in the flannel shirt was related to the bastard who had tried to hard to destroy the clan. Of course, he could see some resemblance... the prematurely graying hair, something in her nose... but still! She kept stuffed animals on her bed!
Right now she was sitting on a beaten up old couch; her legs tucked up under her chin, as she clutched a photograph. Brooklyn hadn't been able to see just what the picture was of, but he could guess. This was a woman in mourning, even if the man she was mourning didn't deserve it.
She didn't look like she'd brushed her hair, and the lack of smudging on her face made it clear she'd made no attempt to wear make-up. Brooklyn privately thought that most human women would look better without it anyway, but that was just him.
He watched Marian put the picture on the table and stand up, pushing wild black hair off her face. She retreated to the bedroom, and Brooklyn followed, still out on the ledge. She liked stuffed bears; they littered her bed and dresser like a plush menagerie. She flung herself upon the bed, her arms spread wide as she looked up at the ceiling. He watched her lay there amongst the cheerful stuffed toys. He could almost feel her despair rolling off her in waves.
Brooklyn raised his hand, pressing it to the window. The glass was cool to his touch. That was when his cell phone decided it was time to make its presence known again, and Brooklyn ducked down onto the fire escape so Marian wouldn't notice. "What?" he said, trying to keep the worst of his irritation out of his voice.
"Just seeing where you were, bro." Lexington said on the other end. "It's an hour till sunup, and we were starting to worry." The green gargoyle's concern was evident in his voice.
Brooklyn sighed, ducking his head. "I'm on my way back, don't worry,” he said, jumping up onto the railing. He flicked the cell phone off and put it back on his belt before spreading his wings wide and leaping off the rail. He caught an updraft and let it carry him towards the Aerie building. He never saw the window behind him open.