#herwrath

          ❛ w r a t h i a . . . ❜  he mumbles. he towers over a curling green bush, plucking blood red berries from their leaves for a new paint palette.  ❛ i remember you. ❜  how could he forget? she never did like his flowers.

'Been blazin in hell for quite a long time wbu

Stick fire leggy out

     WAGGLES THE GRAPHIC NOVEL AT YOU.... PLS

she’s the meme qen act ua  lly

       but there is no protest, no movement to pull away from her touch. ganondorf finds himself meditating within the volcano now, with wrathia always nearby, and this situation is not uncommon. she will touch his hair, bury herself in his mane, all while he sat in silence with eyes shut and focus on his very spirit.

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he is hers as much as she is his. they are inseparable, and that is particularly a fact after days of sitting in court in fancy outfits and singing sweet songs of lies. now they are out in the wild, the true home of the vengess, roaming the land as the hunters they once were. but for now the hunt is over, the hog cooking over the open fire outside their magnificent tent pitched hours ago by servants now running about, leaving king and queen to their duties. the floor laden with pillows from only the finest vendors the violet titan pulls his love onto his lap, feeling her heat radiate off of her from their closeness.he kisses her with a similar passion he gave to the hunt they completed just minutes ago. when they pull apart all he can do is stare at her full lips, her eyesgleam an intensity he is quite familiar with, and pedri cannot help but grasp her horned head in between his hands and pull her into another kiss.his only wish is to stay with her, like this, for the rest of his days.