nightingale

LIGHTUMBRA. independent, private && selective roleplay blog for princess zelda of the legend of zelda: twilight princess. low activity. crossover friendly. adored by aria (she/her).

remade 7/19/2021.

hi all!! i promise i’m not dead i’m just, uh.

well, work was very crazy for a long while and i’ve also been dealing with a lot of insomnia as of late and both of those things have just left me. tired. genuinely so very tired, i don’t really have much energy for much of anything.

the exalted zelda,  asking him of love?  well,  why not?  regardless of her status,  she was a young woman with a heart,  he should not think of her as above pondering over such matters. 

unfortunately,  romantic as he was,  octavo lacked experience with the topic he often rambled on and sang about  —  little more than fantasies of yet another person who fancied themselves as a poet of sorts;  it was a disappointment for all parties involved.

“ love may be too strong of a word  —  certainly i’ve been infatuated, ”    he answered with little hesitation,    “ when i was younger i believed i was in love with just about every man i saw,  though. ”

of course,  what reason would she have to ask him if she hadn’t been mulling it over?  her curiosity made him curious.

“ pardon me for prying,  but could it be that someone has caught your attention,  your highness? ”

it would seem her intentions were not as carefully hidden as she’d thought. still, zelda was nothing if not a master at hiding her true feelings -- ever practiced, ever collected in her general demeanor, her expression did not change, even as her heart pounded in her chest. and yet no amount of practice, nor strength of will, would allow her to keep the heat from rising to her face. she could feel as the red that crept across her cheeks, extending to the tips of her ears, betrayed her cool exterior.

she could only hope she was a convincing enough liar that he would ignore it altogether.

“don’t be silly, octavo. i would have to meet someone for them to catch  my attention, and we both know that i am far too busy for that.”

she took a long sip from her tea, thinking.

me thinking and talking about my OC and gushing about them to anyone who will listen and considering writing them: haha yeah! fuck yeah, woo!

“octavo...” an idle hum, cheek resting in her hand as she ran her index finger around the end of her glass.

 “forgive me if this is too personal, but have you...ever been in love?”

okay well the blog exists and there is a basic about, at least, for my little t.iefling circus performer b.ard

hylianremnants asked: ❛ i don't - ❜, & a pause, the slight turn of his head, as if focusing on their surroundings would give him the strength to speak his feelings aloud, ❛ i don't want you to go back to the castle so soon. ❜ he knows, of course, that it would be impossible to keep her. he knows it would be foolish to try. ❛ i miss you all the time when you're gone. ❜

the stray beams of sunlight breaking through the trees, the gentle breeze that swept through the forest any time the day threatened to get too hot, her clothes, comfortable and practical, devoid of her usual heavy gold jewelry and complicated regalia, and link at her side (the hero, her friend, perhaps something more) -- it was picturesque, cozy. the kind of life she may have imagined for herself if not for her birthright, if everything had not been decided from the moment she was born.

and she could pretend, sometimes, that it hadn’t. that there was no heavy responsibility awaiting her return, that she could remain here and bask in his presence for as long as she wished. she could shove down the dread that grew ever stronger as her inevitable departure drew ever nearer.

but it all bubbled to the surface the moment he spoke.

her stomach twisted at his tone, even as he paused and gathered his courage. she sat up and watched him, carefully, sadly. what she wouldn’t give to stay, what she wouldn’t give to be with him always, to ease the pain in both their hearts that surfaced when they were apart.

there was a moment of silence, a pause, before she leaned forward, one hand braced against the ground as the other, lacking the usual silken glove, came to rest upon his face -- her fingers delicately grazing up from his chin until her palm reached his cheek. her thumb brushed along his skin as she guided him to look at her, to meet her gaze once more.

"there is scarcely a moment when we are apart that i do not think of you," she spoke gently, the faintest hint of a smile on her face. "were i not bound by such responsibility, i would be here with you until some great force ripped me away...and were you not possessed by such wanderlust, i would keep you in the castle with me, always."

if this were a story, she would abandon her station and travel the land with him, falling ever deeper in love with each new adventure. 

if this were a story, she would appoint him as her personal knight so that he might be at her side at all times, that they might enjoy each others’ company without drawing attention or suspicion from the castle, a secret romance for just the two of them.

how she wished this were a story.