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— There was never one time of day that she preferred over the other, she enjoyed it all as it came. The rays from the sun would warm her skin and bring her joy, the night sky brought about one of her favorite past times. There were many things about a single day that Lunafreya enjoyed. It never occurred to her that there might be something to feel other than amazement of the passage of time.

Her brows furrow in thought as the question proposes an interesting point. Should she be sad when dusk falls? It takes a moment to find the correct answer that she wished to convey. With her hands clasped in her lap, very slowly does she begin to shake her head.

❝Perhaps at some point I did. Or...maybe I do still.❞ She begins, ❝However, it is not the same sadness that one would think of when the signs of their day is starting to come to an end. I enjoy every moment the day has to offer, from the sun rising to the moon greeting the night sky.❞

She squeezes her hands together as she continued, ❝It is more of the strange sadness I feel that I haven’t the slightest idea what is to come the next morning. Sounds a bit silly coming from an Oracle, doesn’t it?❞

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     ❝ absolutely. ❞

     IT WAS DIFFICULT to live in hyrule and not believe in ghosts. not when so many stories were based around them. the kingdom was alive with spirits, her very power relied on them, and it was hard for any to turn away from the thought.

     OF COURSE, NOW zelda had seen many with her own eyes. but, even before she had unlocked the power to see them and speak with them, she had believed. 

     ❝ there are so many stories about them. they’re part of our culture–––– it’s very difficult, almost impossible, not to believe. ❞

     AND YET, THERE was definitely something more. a thought that seemed to desperately want to make itself known. zelda let out a sigh, but it seemed to be more wistful than sad, and her voice took on a similar tone.

     ❝ besides, it’s nice, isn’t it? to think that those we’ve lost aren’t actually gone. that they’re by our side, guiding us through our paths. ❞

     HER HEAD ROSE just a bit, head tilted back towards the sky.

body broken and bruised, but still fighting // accepting // @ochsn

               it’s all i want, words that fall short of chapped lips, blonde brow pinched in concentration ( frustration ? ); it sits on his tongue, but it’s unspoken, and so desperate are he eyes that search princely face, looking for guidance. is that what you want, too ?

         he’s not bred for the life he was CREATED for. a world of death and decay, a reality of battle upon battle, until he’s BROKEN, shell of a boy who still fears his own shadow. yet this is the reality he VOLUNTEERED for, a chance to stay ever at his side, the way he promised he would. but this life isn’t the kind he’s cut out for.

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