Gargoyles
Brooklyn/Lexington
or Lexington/Brooklyn, go nuts
One
has to, for some reason, be not stone while the other still is. Hee.
Rated: PG
Brooklyn's wings drooped as he mournfully observed the little statue before him. Lexington's face was frozen in pain and his tiny body was hunched over in agony. His wings were wrapped tightly around him, and the other Gargoyle could almost hear him crying.
He raked a claw gently down the smaller Gargoyle's stone cheek.
"Why don't you wake up?" Brooklyn whispered sullenly.
Hudson placed a comforting hand on the young man's shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly, he gently ran his hand through Brooklyn's hair.
"He'll be alright, Laddie," Hudson began in a gruff voice that could not cover the fear and concern that he was feeling. "The little one is made of much stronger stuff than we give him credit for. He'll wake up."
Brooklyn nodded bravely and Hudson, satisfied, walked back inside the clock tower to take care of Cagne.
A drop of salty water dripped down his beak as he sat and watched the younger Gargoyle in his frozen position of agony. He curled up at Lexington's feet, on sentry duty.
"I need you to wake up Lex," Brooklyn stated morosely. "I need you."