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@swordsofdemise called out their wish.

The soft melody that had filled the Fairy Fountain mere moments ago came to a halt when a jolt of pain suddenly surged through it’s player, and fingers that had once been plucking at the strings of a harp now grew numb. What in Goddesses name had that been? The relic wasn’t entirely sure, but something made their stomach drop.

With furrowed brows, Light knelt down and carefully placed the instrument beside the pool of water within the large chamber, thinking that it was only a cramp of some sort from standing too long. However, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention; the familiar golden mark upon the back of his hand… A portion of it was glowing. Did that mean-

As his hand began to throb, the sound of footsteps now filled the Fairy Fountain where he resided. Golden hair swept to the side as Light stood, turning to face the direction of whoever approached. 

Oh Goddesses, was that…  He stood a step back.

“Is there… something I can assist you with?”

【⚔】┊┊ He needed the other to achieve his goals, and since he always did thirst for the Triforce, where better to start than the one and only itself? He already bore the Triforce of Power, but that simply wasn’t enough. He needed more power, growing in strength until he was unstoppable. Still, he was far from his goal, and therefore needed that one thing to get him there, and if that meant threatening the humanized Triforce himself to join him, then so be it.

He watched the other on his toy, placing it down as soon as he entered. He continued to walk towards him, his steps slow yet eerie. The evil man emitted many mysterious auras, and it was clear to him that the Goddesses’ relic felt that as well. Good, it at least gave him time to skip the introductions, that’s for sure.

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Rage. 

That was all she felt.

An horrible, disgusting rage consumed her at the sight of the man, her hands trembled and her teeth grit as she glared at him. Everything was supposed to be normal again, She wasn’t supposed to have seen him again - Hell, She wasn’t have supposed to seen anything from the world of light again, And yet.. Here he was, by some impossible, horrible twisted fate, some sort of power that demanded he come back to haunt her when everything was over. The war was over, Zant was gone and..  The mirror? It was in tiny, scattered fragments within the prison known as Arbiter’s Grounds - Probably blown with the wind as well.

So why was the taller man - No, Demon, stood in front of her? 

A sharp, icy laugh escaped her - There was malice and hatred in her tone as she glared up at him; “What are you doing here? You are supposed to be dead.” She grit her teeth harder, clenching her sleeved hands into fists - This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be happening. She was done and through with her adventure, With lacking her throne and her control. She was beginning to feel blinded by her anger. This was the worst she could ever imagine she would reach in anger without completely snapping and losing all composure and self control.

So with those thoughts, She forced herself to stare him in the eye and let her words stay vicious and cruel rather than lash out and fight, as it would surely be foolish to do so. She gave another laugh as her blood began to boil and her cool skin began to feel hot;  "What? Do you believe I will kneel before you now? You will never be my king, and I will gladly beat you to a damn pulp for daring to fill my home with your filth presence.“ Really, She wished she could just beat him now, It would be well deserved. 

【⚔】┊┊ Her rage was beautiful, and Ganondorf basked in it.

He hardly did have a good reason to return here other than revenge. How dare she get in the way of his plans! She was first before ripping apart the ‘Light world’ once more. His desires were simply too strong for a mere Princess and her toys to shatter, and he knew that. A devious smirk was worn proudly upon his face as he stood before the Princess, his intentions clear within him. This time, however, she wasn’t going to meddle with him and his plans.

A low rumble vibrated his throat as he allowed his own laugh to escape. She laughed so coldly at him, and it was simply just amusing. It was hard not to return the laugh, especially since the King of Darkness himself was the target of her cold treatment.

❝You believe that those toys will be enough to kill me? How naive!❞ He said to her words, replying to them almost instantly. A louder more amused laugh escaped him before doing so, laughing at the fact that she was still clinging to that outdated method. All of them did. How pitiful these people turned out to be, in both Light and Dark worlds.

His eye met hers as she stared into his own, shouldering her vicious words and icy tone as she spoke once more. Soon enough, this female would be kneeling before him despite not wanting to. Might as well get used to it now, so that she would at least still be breathing. His eyes narrowed as the smirk remained, knowing all too well that she didn’t have the power to oppose him. He could always curse her again, after all.

Meme | Accepting;

【⚔】┊┊ His golden eyes looked upon the other, listening to the unneeded, piercing shout that escaped the other. Unphased by such things, the warlock continued to approach him, a devious smirk upon his face. He had desires, and this Triforce was one that would fulfil them.

@swordsofdemise replied to your post: I just realized Light has a tendency of equating…

who u callin’ a pickle B(

*SWEATS NERVOUSLY* No one, no one!!