SECOND IN COMMAND.

INDIE/SELECTIVE BROOKLYN. CLAWED BY AIS.

[rebelgargoyle-moved]

         “I’m not a MAN.

                                          I’m a GARGOYLE!”

                          Independent/Selective Brooklyn from Disney’s Gargoyles.

                                                            Clawed by Ais.

[rebelgargoyle-moved]

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[rebelgargoyle-moved]

“Look who’s being a night owl. Can’t sleep?”

Brooklyn’s voice makes Ais look up, and she gives the gargoyle a tired smile.

// Eh, not really. But I should probably try. Sorry I haven’t been around some nights for ya Brook...

The second in command chuckled, giving her hair a brotherly ruffle.

“Don’t apologize, Ais. I understand how busy you are. You get some rest.”

// I’ll do that. Thanks. ^^

“No problem.”

She hugs him, and he returns it warmly. He watches her settle, then hears some sirens not too long after, looking out her window. It didn’t sound good. He then decides to watch over her for a bit, in case trouble would come along. After all, he was her protector...

And protect her he would.

[heroesleft]

                                    we can’t hide from the world up here             there are kindred spirits out there but we have to give them a chance                                               or we’ll end up all alone

inde. sel. priv. lexington from disney’s gargoyles adored by: alcohol

[mandareeboo]

I’m just picturing it turning to daylight and someone finding this gargoyle with a helmet and leather jacket perched precariously upon a suffering motorcycle and trying to decide who tf installed it and why

[flynni-a]

someone: watch your language

me: oh, fuck, sorry

[onlyrpmemes]

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No really. Send one. Or two. Or three. Whatever.

[rebelgargoyle-moved]

// *bangs head on keyboard* Why. Can’t. I. Write. Anything.

[surgeonslut]

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[rebelgargoyle-moved]

// Think I might use today to relax. Been havin’ some cramps. But I’ll see if I can get some stuff done tonight! Hope everyone’s having a great day.

[rebelgargoyle-moved]

// Welp, guess it’s time for me to pack it in. My folks have work tomorrow. Wish I could stay longer, though. Dangit. xP

Brooklyn gave a small chuckle, coming over to run his claws gently through Ais’ hair.

“It’s alright, kiddo. I know you’ve got your hands full right now. Take it easy.”

// *smiles* Thanks, Brooklyn. *gives him a hug* Night.

The gargoyle smiled brightly at the gesture of affection, then returned it gladly. Aislinn smiled, giving him a quick nuzzle before letting go and heading to bed. The defender of the night watches her leave fondly.

“Good night, friend.”

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[heroesleft]

rebelgargoyle​:

Brooklyn hadn’t seen Lexington come back yet from patrol, and that worried him. So the second in command decided to do a search, while it was still dark. He glided low, looking left and right for any sign of his missing rookery brother. He finally spotted a lone green figure in a short amount of time.

When he got close, what he saw made him stop mid-flight, and his eyes wide go with horror. There was Lexington, severely injured limping along like a hurt puppy.  And blood was leaking from his side and wing. Brooklyn’s own blood ran cold, as he dived down to land next to his hurt brother quickly, immediately putting an arm around him to support him. Panic was beginning to take over, but he kept his voice calm, as that was what he needed to do right now. Stay calm. AND get Lex back to the clocktower for treatment. After all, sunrise was still a ways away….

“Lex! What happened?!“

     he had heard the sound of brooklyn’s wings flapping as he landed next to him, so he wasn’t as shocked when his brother held onto him to support some of the weight. he didn’t realize how much pressure he was putting on his leg until it was eased. 

          “hunters ambushed me, i’m not sure how i let them blindside me like that, i’ve been doing better with keeping an eye out when i’m on my rounds.” he let out a breath, trying to not pay attention to the pain in his wing. “they just—left me there after injuring me..” 

     it was suspicious as to why they left him, but right now he didn’t think about it. 

[rebelgargoyle-moved]

Brooklyn gave a low growl at the mention of hunters, eyes giving a light glow. He felt sickened that those kinds of humans would hunt animals just to make quick bucks. But curiosity also struck him. Why didn’t they finish off Lex when they had the chance? That was strange...The red gargoyle then looks at his injured brother, and his eyes dim out, now an expression of concern on his face. He had to focus on helping his rookery brother right now. He couldn’t take Lexington to a hospital, that was for sure. He had to work fast, or Lexington would probably pass out from lack of blood.

“We’ve gotta get you back to the clock tower. C’mon.”

He carefully walks to a deserted ally while supporting Lex, hoping no other humans had seen them. He sets Lex and himself next to a dumpster, so they would be concealed from view. Not the cleanest or nicest smelling place to hide, but it was something. Brooklyn spots some discarded fabric in the alley, and being as careful as he could, wraps them around his brother’s wounds, hopefully to stop the bleeding for now. He then looked around, searching desperately for something that could help them get back home quicker. And to his relief, he spotted it across the other side of the alley.

A phone booth.

“Wait here. I’ll see if I can call Elisa.”

He goes to look around the corner. Good. No humans watching. He goes up to the phone booth, dialing for the operator. If only gargoyles had pockets...But emergency calls didn’t cost a dime, thankfully. If they could transfer him to the police station, to Elisa...They’d be in the clear.

“Ah, hello? Operator? This is an emergency. I’d like to contact Elisa Maza please.”

Good thing Elisa taught him how to use one of these awhile back otherwise they’d be sunk.

[heroesleft]

     limping on his way back to the clock tower, lexington held his right wing in his left arm. blood was dripping down his body as bruises were already forming and all he could do was glare at the leaves that his feet were trudging along. he could still hear the screams of terror and shouts of human’s calling him a monster, and if he were honest, those hurt more than any of his outward wounds. 

     he never asked to be like this. 

[rebelgargoyle-moved]

Brooklyn hadn’t seen Lexington come back yet from patrol, and that worried him. So the second in command decided to do a search, while it was still dark. He glided low, looking left and right for any sign of his missing rookery brother. He finally spotted a lone green figure in a short amount of time.

When he got close, what he saw made him stop mid-flight, and his eyes go wide with horror. There was Lexington, severely injured limping along like a hurt puppy.  And blood was leaking from his side and wing. Brooklyn’s own blood ran cold, as he dived down to land next to his hurt brother quickly, immediately putting an arm around him to support him. Panic was beginning to take over, but he kept his voice calm, as that was what he needed to do right now. Stay calm. AND get Lex back to the clocktower for treatment. After all, sunrise was still a ways away....

“Lex! What happened?!"

[milkiesim]

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