Gorthalax The Insatiable - Tumblr Posts
the emblem for sklonda x pok x gorthalax is a three-tiered cake because sklonda is absolutely going to have her cake and eat it too!! she’s got devil and angel food baby! after having to deal with the bullshit of freshman and sophmore year this woman deserves a bottle of Elven wine and all the cake she wants.
Gorthalax makes a special office in his villa. Originally it was just for the Gukgaks--a work space for Pok when he was on missions that brought him to the Bottomless Pit, a place for Riz and Fig to work on legal issues in Hell when they came by, a place for Sklonda to study for her law school exams. He would walk by and see the family all working together on their individual projects, desks covered in old coffee mugs and notes and family photos, and his heart was always so fond of this little family. And then one day there’s another desk n the office, and Sklonda is sat atop it and Pok is leaning against it and Riz is half-asleep in the large office chair (much larger than any of the other Goblin-sized furniture in the office). “Figured it was about time the family office got an update.” Sklonda smiles at him, and Pok isn’t looking at his wife but at Gorthalax, eyes full of the same love and admiration he never thought he’d see directed at him. “Fig said she’d just share a desk with you, but I think there’s room for one more. Maybe you and the kids can go pick one out the next time you’re in the Prime Material plane?”
Gorthalax and Gilear both have “do it for her” type boards for Fig in their offices. Gilear’s is full of old pictures he’s saved that Fig had drawn as a child, pictures from spring break, photos that the other parents send him of Fig and her friends being rowdy teenagers, selfies in the weird Snapchat filters she insists they take together. Gorthalax’s board has a lot of tour pictures, pieces of paper with songs that he and Fig worked on (covered in doodles and commentary from both of them), receipts from restaurants and ice cream hang outs and mall runs, and little postcards they bought and signed from every town they visited. He also turned bits of the ruby she shattered into the tops of push pins to remember just how badass his daughter and her girlfriend are. Both have different ways of bonding and involving themselves in their daughters life, but there’s no doubt that Gorthalax and Gilear love Fig very, very much.
thinkin’ about,,,,a fig au that makes no fucking sense in canon but is, in fact, making my brain go “brr” in this moment. my sleep deprived self is thriving.
okay so. fig being like? biologically sandra lynn and gilear’s daughter. but, they’re unable of having kids. but she loves gilear, and she wants to settle down (even if part of her still screams at the idea, because settling down means letting her guard down, and she’s been burnt once before. she’s not going to let it happen again).
enter gorthalax the insatiable, though not as insatiable now. calmer, soothed, chillin’ in the woods and going to concerts who accidentally summon him when they use infernal in their songs without checking the translation. he’s living the life, baby. except one day he’s cornered, weakened by this feeling of satiation and contentment at his life. and in swoops sandra lynn, younger and wilder and action first, thinking later. sandra lynn, who is young and in love and sees a stranger in need and can’t help but help him.
and gorthalax isn’t about to let a favor like that go unreturned. he’s nursing his wounds, trying to make himself less intimidating to Sandra Lynn, who’s a good head shorter than him and pressing at every wound with skilled fingers. Stopping the blood, applying herbs where she can. She even forces several goodberries in his mouth when he tries to speak the first few times, snapping that she can’t focus with him running his mouth like that. and he’s enamored, and he owes a debt, so when he finally is allowed to speak he asks how he can repay her.
she laughs, says it’s not a problem. it’s what she does. she protects people from the nightmare king’s forest, and he (or rather, his people) are one of the reasons they’re able to keep it at bay. if anything, she should be thanking him. and he thanks her, says it’s not a problem, and casts a spell under his breath with a hum and a tilt of his head. there’s got to be something in that beautiful head of hers, and he’s going to find it. even if it makes him feel kinda skeevy, using detect thoughts like this.
she’s not expecting it, and it’s all to easy to get to the deepest thoughts. fear of settling down, of committing, of being abandoned because gilear found someone better, more capable. the want for a family, a kid or two or three, blessed with her wild streak and gilear’s way with words. a promise that they’ll remain together, through thick and thin. tangible proof that they love one another.
it’s an old magic, a part that’s far from his realm but one he picked up all the same (gluttony came in all forms, even if food was his favored domain). he places a hand on her shoulder, smiles wide and says that they should meet again. he knows a great place that has the best fig pastries, made in ancient elven traditions. let’s the magic flow through his fingertips, the barest hint of radiant energy enough to soothe any worries that it’s harmful magic. warm, soothing, like a cure wounds or a restoration spell. an offering, healing magic of the oldest kind.
sandra lynn huffs a laugh, says it’s a date, and leads him out of the wood.
three years later, they’re meeting up for fig pastries and coffee, sandra lynn standing taller, hair cut back. and dozens of photos on her phone of a little girl named Figueroth, with her name taken from the old elvish word for unity, for love, for blessings of knowledge and intellect. and gorthalax smiles, compliments her growth and congratulates her success. asks her about parenthood, feels something dark twinge in his chest as he scrolls through the photos of a child he helped create. the feelings darken, become all consuming, send him spiraling into a rage that leaves him trapped inside a ruby to think, to lament, to wonder why the last dredges of celestial energy turned him into a monster of the lowest form. was it a punishment for his kindness? a curse from sol, to ruin even simple acts of charity and goodwill? For daring to return a favor? He spends a long time thinking, and thinking, trapped in that ruby. Hearing whispers that grow more and more angry, of tears unheard by anyone else in the middle of the night of a child who he cursed, however unintentional.
and when that child calls him father, who is he to deny her?
hello pox x sklonda x gorthalax enjoyers how are we feeling in the denny's tonight?
GORTHALAX IS BACK YAAAAAAY!
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