Fight With Fury

they see you as small and helpless. they see you as just a child. surprise when they find out that

                                 a warrior will soon run wild.

     ((feel free to change pronouns as needed!))

     CASTLE

“There’s no use crying about it.”

“They wanna make me their queen.”

“I probably shouldn’t be so mean.”

“They’ve got the kingdom locked up.”

“Sick of being used.”

“If you wanna break these walls down you’re gonna get bruised.”

     HOLD ME DOWN

“my demons are begging me to open up my mouth.”

“He told me I was holy.”

“This is what I live for.”

“I’m helpless.”

“I sold my soul to a three-piece.”

“It’s the devil that’s trying to hold me down.”

     NEW AMERICANA

“The city’s ours.”

“High on legal marijuana.”

“He looks just like his father.”

“He could never love somebody’s daughter.”

“We know very well who we are.”

“What kind of bubblegum have you been blowing lately?”

     DRIVE

“I can never keep my eyes off this.”

“All we do is drive.”

“All we do is think about the feeling that we hide.”

“_____ never felt like home to me.”

“It’s bliss.”

it had been over a decade since lynnette had seen the prince of lychea , her closest friend in her life . she recalled that he was always shorter than her the last she’d seen him , and that he was easy to convince to sneak out of the castle so they could continue on with their shenanigans during the day . he was taller now , lynnette’s head only reaching to his shoulder , and he was bigger . his shoulders were broader , thick with muscle like his arms and his torso … the boy she remembered was gone and a man stood now in his place .

although , she knew she had changed too . where he had HARDENED she had softened . his voice was gruff and hers gentle . her eyes were large and serene , his gaze alone had intimidated her when she’d first felt it on her back . he wore the clothes she remembered of the mountains , thick tunics and furs             the only fur she had was the wolf vest her mother had left for her , and to wear anything but the dresses she owned would bring all sorts of gazes , good and bad , on the young woman . 

her teeth slid forward to catch her lower lip , worrying it as she sat in the gardens with him . anxiety sat like a rock in her stomach while they sat on a bench a bit too small for two people , her knee gently pressing against his as they faced each other . it was her favorite place in the castle , a small stone bench between an arch of roses , and in the early spring small purple flowers would sprout up beneath her feet like the ones she remembered of home . 

pale green eyes rose to meet his , and while her heart thumped in a beat that told her to say yes to his offer , she found that her mouth had something else in mind as she said :

❛ i appreciate the offer , my lord … but i do not think my father would want me leaving for so long . ❜

Of course, she was the only reason he’d volunteered for this diplomatic run around. Everyone knew how it would play out. They would pretend to tolerate the Hylians, the Hylians would pretend to tolerate them, the King would make a bid for access to Erlang Pass, and the Schwertans would tell him to fuck off as politely as possible before returning to Lychea.

Rinse and repeat until war broke out.

He looked away from Lynne, mulling over her answer as he took in the garden scenery. 

“You always loved flowers...” He observed quietly, his hands pinching the fabric of his trousers.

❛ if i remember correctly , that was your life MOTTO , wasn’t it ? ❜ lynn smiled , her voice kept low to match his as he stood in her doorway at such a late hour . she was awake , of course . it was difficult for the woman to sleep since she was seven . despite her teasing , she reached for her cloak to keep the night wind from biting at her skin through her nightgown . ❛ what is it you need me for so late and in secret ? nothing good or proper , i’m sure . ❜

It was strange to see his oldest friend in the gowns and cloaks of a Hylian, but then as children, it had been easy to forget her fathers heritage, for he certainly didn't act like a Hylian.

❛  GOLDEN child , lion boy ;               tell me what it’s like to CONQUER .  ❜

                                                                             ❛  FEARLESS child , broken girl ;                                                                                                  tell me what it’s like to BURN . ❜

                     ANDREW WASHINGTON             && .             LYNNETTE HELENE 

                                                  legend of zelda / fantasy ocs .

Daliah wobbled, her balance felt off. More than off, she felt like someone had put her upside down and spun her really fast before flipping her over and over, then set her back down. Her knees felt weak, and she wasn’t entirely certain she had a good enough grip on his arm to keep herself from falling.

          ❝And yet neither of us could kill one man,❞ The Sheikah muttered, red eyes staring rather blankly ahead. How easy it should have been for either of them, and it would have saved them so much PAIN and suffering, too. But they didn’t. It wasn’t their destiny. ❝It would have made our lives so much better if we had.❞

Sheikinah was so strong, so steadfast. She was stoic, and unfeeling, and every suppressed emotion couldn’t be suppressed forever. So he held the woman in his arms, whispering gently into her ear as he felt her tears on his neck.

“I won’t…I won’t just…what can I do, Sheikinah? Let me do something, I don’t care what.” He pulled back, his arms untangling from her, hands rising to cup her cheeks. “It’s okay.” He whispered, gingerly wiping tears from her cheeks, the tips of his index fingers dipping beneath her cowl. “Nothing is going to hurt you here. Not with me, I swear by all I hold.”

SHEIKINAH SNIFFED AGAINST HIM again, relaxing into his arms and letting her eyes slip shut. she was loathe to move while he pulled away from her, untangling her from the comfortable spot against his chest where the chill of the air bit at her very bones. she almost whined for him to pull her back and let her sleep against him. it may have been the most peaceful rest of her life.

He let out a small ‘humph’ sound, scuffing at the floor with his boot. “Well you know me Angel, I don’t do things halfway. Sure you don’t need a scary and mysterious strongman known only as ‘Crow’, Blackbird?” A little bit of his old humor was seeping in. “I could pretend to be some sort of bloodthirsty golem and you could pretend to order me around, get yourself better prices.”

Joking aside, he looked down at the woman, arms still crossed. There was literally nothing he wanted more than to kiss her lips and hold her close to him. But instead he just nodded. “I suppose that’s fair. Would you prefer to make an appointment, upstanding businesswoman that you are?”

It was the dryly humorous response that finally coaxed a small smile out of her. She had gone from exasperated to remorseful to amused in the span of a few hours with him, the task at hand was already proving to be a roller coaster. For a moment she wasn’t sure if he was being serious with his offer; he could have easily been using it to jab at her pseudonym and the new identity she’d made. But maybe was being sincere, offering his services as a way to prolong their time together. “We’ll see,” she said.

“I can tell you that it is.” He whispered, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek. “And I can tell you, if given permission, I would gladly- hell, some would say zealously- touch that butt.”

Intimacy with Angel was slow going, and the man found he didn’t mind in the slightest. He found that the easy-goingness of their love life was a welcome change from his past relationships.

She wrapped an arm loosely around his middle, pleased at the blossom of warmth lingering where his lips had been. It was a long road acclimating to being with him romantically, and even more so when it came to physical intimacy. Sometimes she felt she might be taking too long, but he never complained, never tried to rush things, and she appreciated that.