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Make Seph Judge Things ; Always Accepting     @fatescourge

Each and every time one of a trillion fell words escaped Genesis’ mouth, t’was as if shrapnel embedded into his forehead. True, he’d never read a word of it in his life -- but then, had he really any need to any longer? Thanks in part solely to his ‘friend,’ he could recite the entirety of it. From memory. Without prompt. No corrections...

genesis: ‘accursed’? D:< It has a deeper meaning Seph, you can’t see the forest through the trees because poetry is utterly loss on you!

types of hugs || accepting ! ( @fatescourage )

symbol starters || not accepting ! ( @fatescourage )

what was once a grand cathedral was nothing more than ruin - its walls having crumbled decades ago. nature wasted no time in reclaiming land that one belonged to is, with vines wrapping around and enveloping collapsed stones, eroding them away until they were nothing more than a memory. it was strange for her to step foot in this place once more; a place that, in her mind, was still seen in its former glory.

she remembered each and every visit she paid to its hallowed grounds - every prayer whispered to hylia’s statue growing more and more desperate. help me, she had pleaded to deaf ears, hoping one day her prayers would be answered. 

they never were. feet carry her softly across the grass that once had cobble in its place - an uncanny feeling settling over her at how familiar yet different everything was. would she ever get over this feeling? zelda is only pulled from her thoughts when she stands before the statue of hylia, its features worn and weathered. 

hyrule was safe. she could finally rest. 

but why was it so hard to let go of the past? 

hug meme || accepting ! ( @fatescourage )

the flow of time had been difficult for zelda to adjust to after gaining her freedom from hyrule castle with the defeat of the calamity. a hundred years had passed - a hundred years where she could only watch over her home as the calamity slowly spread its malice and corruption across the land. days bled into weeks bled into months and it was only the changing of the seasons that caused the princess to first notice that something was different. 

cold on the tip of her nose draws her from her thoughts, gaze narrowing as it turns to the sky to take in the sight of the gentle snow that had begun to fall. quietness is not uncommon for the princess, but these moments where she loses herself - where she forgets the world around her - have the potential to turn dark quickly.

send ❀ to braid flowers into my muses hair || accepting! ( rama​​ ) 

it had started as a joke; an offhand comment that had quickly gotten away from her. link had been rummaging through tall grass and trees alike in search of ingredient for their dinner, only to come back looking as if he had crawled through every bush and tree on his way - twigs and leaves clinging to his hair, along with a stray flower that had tagged along for the ride.

she had laughed at how utterly ridiculous he had looked but link was undeterred, his grin wide and infectious as he stood tall and proud before her. if you wanted a crown of flowers, all you had to do was ask. the comment had been so innocent and simple that the princess hadn’t thought twice about it -- but it had apparently stuck in the mind of the knight throughout the entirety of their dinner.

now they were seated in front of the fire they had made for camp, link resting on his knees as he carefully wove flowers into her braids. ❛ it’s almost as if you have done this before. ❜ she tries to look over her shoulder at him but is stopped by the gentle pat to her shoulder telling her not to. ❛ do you have a sister? ❜ 

Am I really alive?

The question had spilled from her before she’d had a chance to think better of it. The surprise on Link’s face was enough to let her know that she had caught him completely off guard -- a rather rare occurrence after all the time they had spent together -- and he can’t help but stare at her with concern. They had been traveling together for weeks by this point, the Calamity gone and behind them, yet Zelda couldn’t shake the feeling that none of this was real.

It was hard to adjust to ‘normal’ life after having spent the last century holding back a beast that wanted to destroy the world. There had been nights where she had been unable to sleep, pinching at the skin of her arms just to show herself that she could feel and that she was alive. Zelda hadn’t meant to say the words aloud, to unload this burden on Link after everything he had been through.