#hergrace

impulsive. igniting passion. lust.

@hergrace | meme | continued from this

He had been surprised that the princess had come to his room, yet she didn’t seem bothered by the fact he was still awake. It was hard for him to sleep, most nights. Kept up by duties that needed done, nagging worries, and the simple habit of needing to be aware at all times... But he’s quick to pull her to his side, to find comfort in her presence just as she has sought from him.

      He looks to find her crying, and a minor panic grips his chest at the sight. His lips part, a question on his lips, but those lips find other purpose as he finds himself leaning down to softly place them upon hers.

Stolen glances and subtle flirtations have been exchanging between them amid the tension of their situation, but this brings a sense of peace with it. Beyond that first brush of lips, Ganondorf finds himself giving her another, another, another... Pecks of his lips against hers, testing and tasting the softness of her lips. A hand gently cups her cheek, large thumb sweeping away one of her tears.

          He pulls away with a soft breath, though only for a moment. Hands guide her to perch sideways on his lap so he might hold her closer, hoping his strength in manuevering her hasn’t startled her.

Since the triforce had been returned to Lorule, Ravio had been working to become someone that the Kingdom could rely on text time it was in trouble. Working... yet not succeeding. He wasn’t a hero, he wasn’t brave, but he could still fight and put forth effort into becoming someone, or trying anyway. He wasn’t home often, he wandered around Lorule picking off the small enemies he could defeat and running from the others that terrified him. Occasionally, even, he’d wander to the master sword and just sit beside it thinking of what he was trying to accomplish and remembering Link. 

And on the days like today where he couldn’t find any strength or remember why he was trying he’d wander his way to Lorule Castle just to bother Hilda. Not even knocking Ravio made his way into her office, shoving the door open despite the guards shouting for him to stop. With a smile he leaned across her desk, covering whatever papers she was working on and stealing her attention. 

It was rare Hilda left the Castle, and even more rare than she made her way down to the Thieves town, especially since they were still working to get rid of the monsters. Sure, the Triforce had been returned to them but that didn’t mean all of Lorule’s powers went away instantly. Bridges still needed to be built, monsters still needed to be killed and the citizens of Lorule didn’t become kind over night. Healing, progress took time and the Thieves town would still be run by thieves for a while--and was certainly not a place for the Princess. 

It also appeared she was looking for him, the Sheikah sitting on the roof of his house plucking away at the harp and watching her from the corner of his eyes. The closer she got the slower he placed and when Hilda was finally within talking distance he lowered the harp down and glanced at the Princess. 

                     hilda’s agony was not lost upon the twili. in fact, she could probably relate better than most, but still, desolation seemed to hang ever so heavily across not just the land of lorule, but hyrule as well. a frown envelopes warped features, and whereas she, herself had once bore that symbol of wisdom. the one that weighed more than that of her crown. it was as though the responsibilities of not one but two worlds had been thrust upon her. added with it the new necessity to protect a power that would quite literally tear their world asunder! ( oh, that irony was rather bittersweet, wasn’t it? ) 

                    another rock falls pray to the calamity, and midna’s gaze finds settlement against the purple queen’s downcasted face. “means such as that are fruitless. nothing will come to pass with actions like those. surely, you must realize this.” the dusk monarch’s words are uncharacteristically solemn, and a breath falls in the form of a sigh. perhaps there was another way, though that, of course, meant giving way to her morbid entertainment in the precedent of learning the truth.  

                    “tell me, what exactly befell this land?” 

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“And what are you doing, little one?”

       He glances down, having been headed towards the library. He’s happy at the interruption, though, love filling his heart as he regards the child clinging to his leg in a poor attempt to hide behind him. But a second pair of running feet betray her intentions, and he delivers his daughter a wink before he bends to easily scoop her up. He tucks her against his chest to hide beneath fiery hair and a dark cloak, playing innocent as he glances over to his son.

Her grace is not loud - it lingers, like a scent meory in a quiet room