It wasn't going to be a wedding, not exactly. Gargoyles had no need to marry; once they gave their heart to someone, they were bound to that person until death or until they decided they were no longer compatible, which frankly was an uncommon occurrence among Goliath's people. The severance of his union with Demona was, although perfectly understandable under the circumstances, exceedingly rare.
Gargoyles trusted their feelings far more than humans did theirs. On the whole, they didn't often succumb to insecurity about their own love for their mates or the love of their mates for them. Perhaps that was why humans needed the security of marriage, the notion that they controlled their own emotions and not the other way around, to give them a sense of certainty about their feelings. Tokens, legal documents, and ceremonies were all trappings of humanity's desire to make something as simple as loving another person complicated and tedious, and to Gargoyles, unnecessary.
The ceremony had been Goliath's idea, though. After the Masquerade two years ago at the Xanatos Building in which Thailog had nearly killed Goliath, Elisa had sat down with him sometime later, nearly a month, and they discussed their relationship at length over coffee, laying out what being together meant for the both of them and if they felt it was still worth pursuing. They both agreed that it was.
Elisa told him that she had come to terms with the things about their lives together that would always be out of their reach and seemed content to lay them aside, having made the personal discovery that being with Goliath was worth far more to her than a normal human life. Goliath wasn't sure he completely believed her but decided not to push the matter. He was simply happy to have her back.
After they had talked, Goliath had flown back to the tower with his thoughts in a roil. Being with him shouldn't rob her of everything she had wanted in a mate. Surely some middle ground was to be reached in this situation. He had taken seriously the things Elisa had said during the brief period when they had separated. There were things he knew he'd never be able to give her: the house in the suburbs with the white picket fence she had spoken of. Gargoyles didn't believe in money, and they had little to no interest in physical property, so buying a house was out of the question. Goliath suspected, however, that this specific desire was an optional one.
It was children that would be the biggest issue for Elisa and Goliath was keenly aware of it, even if she said it didn't matter to her anymore. It wasn't the same for him; Gargoyles did not have daughters or sons, nor fathers and mothers. The children of the clan belonged to the whole clan. That was simply the Gargoyle way.
Though he had to admit, this was no longer true, at least for the Manhattan Clan. Brooklyn was deeply devoted to his and Katana's hatchlings. Goliath knew Angela and Broadway had been privately discussing laying their own egg. Goliath himself had come to love his only biological daughter as any father should, and while Elisa loved Angela very much and treasured their friendship, he doubted Elisa would ever consider her a daughter. They were too close in equivalent age for that. A child was one thing Elisa would never have with Goliath, and though it was a matter they both regretted deeply, nothing could be done to change it.
It wasn't until he was back at the tower and overheard Owen talking about plans for Xanato's anniversary that it clicked. There was one thing he could do for her. He could, officially and in public, surrounded by friends, family, and clan, declare his love for her. Become not only her mate, but her husband, and she his wife. Human terms though they were, Goliath didn't mind them so much if it would make her happy, and he dearly wanted her to be happy.
Goliath was unfamiliar with the specifics of the ritual and resorted to asking Elisa's brother, Talon, for help in planning it. One aspect was talking to the parents and, in some cases, asking the father for permission. Talon laughed at this, amused at the thought of the progressive, independent Elisa furious at both Goliath and her father for discussing her like she was a commodity for which they could barter.
Goliath did think that talking to Elisa's parents about his intentions was appropriate. He wanted them to be there for the ceremony, as they would become part of his clan. Diane accepted it immediately, though Peter had needed a bit of convincing. Diane had given Goliath a ring that had belonged to her grandmother; a silver band with five inlaid sapphires. In return, Goliath asked Diane to officiate the ceremony. Diane cried, accepted, and hugged Goliath around the middle, an embrace Goliath awkwardly returned.
Another aspect of the ritual was, as Talon had put it, to "pop the question." And one couldn't just come out and ask, either, it had to be done in a special way with forethought and meaning. Talon had told Goliath about New Hope in Pennsylvania, which was an hour and forty-five minutes by bus, but much faster by air, which he knew from taking Maggie there a fair few times. There was a wildflower reserve there that Elisa had visited often as a child, but she hadn't been back since she had entered the academy. Goliath thought it sounded perfect.
He kept his intentions quiet from everyone else, waiting for the right moment to ask Elisa and get her answer before mentioning it to anyone besides her family. It had taken time, more than a year, for him to work up the nerve. One thing or another always seemed to get in the way; her work, their missions, villains, new threats, all seemed to pop up just as Goliath was attempting to pull her away and ask.
One night in July of 1999, he finally had the chance he was waiting for. Elisa had three nights off in a row, the city was relatively quiet, there were no pressing matters to attend to at the castle, and despite the summer heat, the nights were pleasantly cool. Thinking this could be his only chance to do things properly, he made his plan to take her out to the reserve swiftly, before something could stop him. Goliath had only told her they were going somewhere special and left it at that.
That night, he reached her apartment and let himself in through the open window. He found her in the kitchen packing a picnic basket with various things, looking up at him with a beaming smile as he came closer. She was draped in a lovely pale blue dress, knee-length and flared at the hip, as practical as it was pretty.
She abandoned her task long enough to jump into his embrace, her feet dangling from the floor, and plant a kiss on his lips, which he returned with a gentle smile.
"It's good to see you, too," He said.
She laughed. "So where are we going?" She asked, still clutching his neck and running a finger up and down the place where his back curved into his neck, feeling the strange, minuscules scales that made up his skin, so fine and small that you had to be looking very close to see them at all. Rough when caressed one way, smooth if rubbed the other.
"It's a surprise," Goliath said as he released her. Her hands slid down his chest as she was set back on her feet and moved away to finish packing. "But we must go soon. It is quite far."
She smiled and nodded, picking up the basket and a blanket that had been thrown over a nearby chair, and allowing herself to be lifted up and cradled in Goliath's arms. Then they were off.
The trip took the better part of forty minutes, and they whiled away the time by talking about one thing or another. It was so much better now that it was all out in the open and they didn't have to dance around each other as they had done in the first two years of their acquaintance when they couldn't admit their feelings. Now things between them were easier, effortless, like talking with your best friend. Because Goliath was her best friend; the best she had ever had.
Elisa had been talking about plans for her sister's graduation next year when she looked down and stopped mid-sentence.
"Wait!" She said, shifting a little to get a better look. "I know where we are! The wildflower reserve! Goliath, how did you find out about this place?"
"Your brother mentioned it to me," Goliath said smugly. "He said this place was special to you."
"Aw," Elisa tutted. "I should visit him and Maggie soon."
"I have no doubt you two will have much to discuss," He said.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Nothing. There's a deck there where we can land. Hold on." He dove downward quickly, flattening his wings against his back as the ground rose swiftly to meet them. He unfurled his wings with enough time to slow them without scrambling their insides before landing gently on the wooden patio sitting in the middle of the field, surrounded by the colorful, fragrant plants as far as the eye could see. Talon had been right. This was the perfect place.
Elisa handed him the quilt, which he shook out and laid down over the wood. Elisa knelt and went about setting the things she had packed out onto the fabric. Goliath sat down cross-legged and assisted.
The basket had contained sandwiches, cheeses, and fruit, as well as water, wine, and if Elisa was feeling particularly festive, a bottle of whiskey.
"You didn't have to go to all this trouble, Elisa," Goliath said, looking over the spread she had packed.
"It wasn't any trouble. I just threw some stuff in a basket. You're the one who lugged us here in forty minutes with no break." She handed him a glass of wine and a small plate with food, which he accepted with a smile. "I'm glad you suggested we do this. I love New York, but it's nice to get away from the city for a while and spend some time with you alone."
"I agree," He replied. "This has been long overdue."
She poured herself a glass of wine and settled next to him, leaning into him and sighing contently. He enjoyed the weight and warmth of her body against his. They ate and drank in relative silence, but not an uncomfortable one. They were not the type of couple that felt the need to fill the void with inane chatter. Simply being alone with each other with no sense urgency or distress was reward enough.
After a while, when they had eaten their fill and drank enough wine to make them feel very at ease, Goliath sat up straight and reached behind him.
"I have something for you," He said, pulling out a thin, long blue box in roughly she shape of a book, complete with a bow. "A gift."
She narrowed her eyes. "Where were you hiding that?"
He smiled a wide, toothy smile that was most unlike him, and presented the box to her. She took it with a furtive glance at him.
"You've never given me a gift before," She said, intrigued.
"No," Goliath admitted. "Gift-giving is not a typical Gargoyle practice. Tonight is special, however."
"Special, how?"
"You shall see."
Quirking an eyebrow at him, she untied the bow and lifted the lid. It was, in fact, a book: a photo album. The covers, back and front, were plain and bound in a midnight blue canvas. She opened the cover and gasped. The very first picture was of every person she loved standing together; her parents, Derek and Maggie, all of the Manhattan Clan, including Brooklyn and Katana's hatchlings, tall Nashville and tiny Matsuko, and the newest edition, Broadway and Angela's egg, which they proudly held between them. Lexington had little Alexander on his shoulders, now three years old but looking much older. Even Beth was there, smiling and standing with her arm around Derek's waist. Goliath was also there, standing head and shoulders above the rest, square in the middle with his hand on Angela's shoulder, a crooked smile on his normally grim features.
"Oh, my God," Elisa breathed, flipping through the pages only to find more photos of her family and the clan interacting. There was a picture of Alexander playing with Matsuko, with Bronx laying belly up next to them. There was one of Derek, Maggie, Beth, Diane, Peter, and Matt Bluestone all playing cards together. There were tastefully shot photographs of the Gargoyles as stone in the sunlight, both in greyscale and in full color. There was even a sneakily obtained shot of Elisa sitting with all of them last year when she had managed to get them together for Christmas dinner, taken without her knowledge. She marveled at each page, a wondering smile lighting her face.
"How?" She asked. "How did you do this?"
"Your sister, Beth, helped me put it together. I wanted to do something special for you. She gave us all disposable cameras and asked us to take pictures, and she developed the film herself." He was delighted by the pure joy in her expression. "You like it?"
"Goliath, I love this. I love it so much. It's beautiful." She kept turning the pages, stopping at each one to admire and smile at the candid shots of her family, of Angela sitting quietly and cradling her egg with Broadway hovering protectively nearby, of Katana and Beth laughing over tea with Matsuko in Beth's lap, laughing along with them. Of her father and Hudson reclining in easy-chairs, talking somberly over a glass of bourbon. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever been given.
"Thank you, Goliath," She said, holding the book to her chest. "I love it so much."
"Keep going," He said with a smile. "I saved the best for last."
She grinned at him and kept turning pages until she reached the back cover, where rested a small, plain, white envelope.
"What's this?" She asked, holding it up.
"Open it," He replied. His smile was gone and he seemed to tense suddenly, though she was unsure why. Puzzled, she slit open the top of the envelope with her fingernail and peered inside.
"What is that?" She asked quietly, as if to herself. She tipped the envelope over and the silver ring tumbled into her hand. At first, she didn't react, trying to comprehend what she was seeing. She looked up at him, a stunned expression on her face. He was looking at her very seriously, all trace of playfulness gone.
"Goliath," Elisa said slowly, turning the band slowly in her fingers, examining it as if it were a riddle to be solved. "This is a ring."
Yes," Goliath answered simply, watching her face with rising apprehension.
She looked up at him, her chest tight. "For humans, when a man gives a woman a ring, it means something."
"Yes, I am aware of this," Goliath replied, his eyes still locked on hers. "I've spoken to your family. Your mother gave me this ring. To give to you."
Elisa was finding it hard to breathe. Surely he didn't mean… he wasn't… "Are… are you…. Goliath, what does this mean?"
Goliath reached out his hand, and Elisa laid the ring into his open palm.
"Elisa," he began. "When a Gargoyle chooses a mate, they pledge themselves to each other, much the same as humans do. But for our kind, it is a private matter that takes place between the two souls in love, away from prying eyes. After the pledge is made, it is acknowledged within the clan that the lovers are no longer two separate souls, but one soul that resides in two bodies, living for and within each other.
"Ceremonies and celebrations are not the Gargoyle way," He continued. "We find gladness in the union of our friends and rejoice in their happiness, but there are no festivities to mark the occasion. That is a human custom." Goliath looked long at the ring sitting cold and smooth in his hand. "But if I am to take a human woman as my mate, as I intend to do, I must come to accept her people's customs and adapt to them. For her people will become my people, as mine have already become hers."
Elisa sat staring wide-eyed at Goliath, her mouth open in shock.
"Therefore," Goliath continued, taking a breath and reaching for Elisa's left hand, which she offered. "I, Goliath, willingly offer to pledge my life and love to you, and ask you, Elisa Maza, if you would willingly pledge your life and love to me. Do you accept this offer?"
She seemed too stunned for speech. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. A tear spilled over her eye and down her cheek.
"Elisa?" Goliath asked in concern, brushing the tear away. "Are you alright?"
She nodded, another tear falling. She held his hand to her face and managed to find her voice, though it came out rather strangled. "I accept."
A smile started to spread across his face. "Yes?"
"Yes," She said, wiping her cheeks and laughing. "I accept. Nothing else on earth would make me happier."
She took the ring from his palm and put it on her left ring finger, then pushed herself up to her knees to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. His arms encircled her waist and squeezed gently.
The kiss deepened became more urgent. Elisa fell back, pulling him with her so that he lay next to her on the blanket. Their arms wrapped tightly around each other as they explored each other's kiss. She boldly flicked her tongue into his mouth and over his teeth, sharp enough to bite through steel, with no fear or apprehension. He responded in kind.
He gently caressed her face with one hand and the fingers of his other hand traced the skin up and down her spine. She had always marveled at the level of control it took for a person who could literally tear a car apart with his bare hands to touch her so tenderly. His claws were made for penetrating stone and metal, to climb and carry the immense weight of his body, yet in all the times he had touched her, he had never once left a mark.
Taking his hand from her face, she moved it downward to touch her breast. Goliath stiffened and pulled away.
"Elisa," He started with a sigh. "We have discussed this."
"Goliath," She replied in a slightly exasperated voice. She sat up. "Every time I try to initiate intimacy with you, you push me away. Ever since that night we decided to stay together, you've brushed me off. I always figured it's because you're just old-fashioned, but I really think we are past the point of propriety here, don't you?"
"It is not about that," He said, pushing himself up into a sitting position as well. "When you first attempted to engage with me, we had just repaired our relationship. It was new and fragile, and I felt it was far too soon to be intimate with you."
"I can understand that, Goliath, but we've been together for over two years now. Our relationship is more solid than it's ever been. Besides, we are both adults, and we've done this before. Not with each other, obviously, but we have both had sexual partners in the past. Neither of us are exactly virgins."
"That is not the point," Goliath said. "Humans treat this subject with far too much indifference. There is no such thing as a casual encounter among Gargoyles."
"Do you really think that's what I'm trying to do?" Elisa said, mildly annoyed. "We literally just got… I don't know… engaged? Betrothed? This isn't exactly 'casual' for me."
She folded her arms, looking away into the distance and growing quiet, as though she had suddenly realized something deeply unpleasant.
"What is it?" He asked, watching her expression shift.
"Nothing, it's not worth mentioning," She said dismissively, though she wouldn't look at him.
"Tell me."
She sighed, tilting her head in a begrudging way and refused to meet his eye, looking out over the field of flowers.
"Well," She started slowly. "I had thought… I mean, I know Gargoyles don't exactly find humans physically attractive. I thought, maybe… you didn't think of me… in that…" She trailed off, visibly embarrassed.
It took a moment for Goliath to comprehend what she was saying. "Oh! No, Elisa, it isn't like that at all. I have wanted to…" He struggled for wording that wouldn't be vulgar. "To be with you in that way many times while we have been together."
"Then why haven't you?" She asked, looking at him. She was definitely upset.
"You must understand, to my kind, the act of making love is a promise in and of itself. To do so before now would not have been… appropriate."
"So why not now?" Elisa asked him, her arms still folded. The ring he had given her noticeably glinting against the dark skin of her hand, drawing his eye.
He took her hand and held it in his, bending down to kiss her fingers. "Elisa, I love you," He said gently. "To me, this is as miraculous a thing as seeing the sunrise with my own two eyes. After what Demona had done, after all the betrayals my clan had suffered by not only humans, but from my own kind, I had sworn that I would never trust or love again. You were the one to change that. The fact that you are human makes no difference; I desire to…" If a Gargoyle could blush, Elisa believed he might be. "To touch your body and lie with you and show you the depths of my longing.
"I wish to give you all that you desire and more, but I wish to do so the proper way. Though our methods may be different, both humans and Gargoyles set aside a time in which they make their pledge, after which they consummate the union. For my people, it is a private matter, but humans have a ceremony in which all the people they love gather to be a part of the celebration. As I understand it, the consummation takes place after the festivities have ended. 'The wedding night,' I believe it's called. I want for you as normal a life as I am capable of providing. It is important to me that we observe the human ritual of marriage as well as we can, including the consummation ritual."
Elisa had to laugh at that. "Honestly, Goliath, I hadn't pegged you for the 'saving myself for marriage' type. But that part of the marriage is usually for people who are religious, and you and I both know neither of us are what you might call devout. In this day and age, it's at most an optional aspect of the wedding."
"Even so," Goliath said, smiling. "I believe it is the right thing to do."
Elisa sighed. She stood briefly and then settled in his lap, her arms around his neck. "You're really going make me wait, aren't you?"
Goliath returned her embrace. "I'm afraid so. But I promise you, it will be worth the wait."
"It had better be," She said dangerously, tracing his lips with her finger. He caught her hand and then kissed her again. She grumbled around the kiss but relented. He definitely wasn't making it easy on her.