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❛ I don't know that the being that put me here fears much at all. ❜

gilded eyes study the young girl as she spoke, ever-curious and ever-watching. since the dawn of his first life and surely to the end of his final cycle, whenever that blessed day may come, ganondorf dragmire had always credited himself as an observant man. to study one's enemy was the foundation of his existence--even if he had so tragically fallen short so many times--and such a principle applied even to those neither friend nor foe. this girl... well, her exact status was yet to be determined.

he hummed, a deep, throaty sound.

" perhaps an eon of bliss in the heavens has lured such a being into a false sense of security. "

ganondorf--no, dinmaire--tilted his head, studying the cruel branding upon her forehead. and they labeled him an egotistical, power-hungry demon when their goddess was happily going about forcing her emblem upon unexpecting victims. tragic, really, how deeply deceived the hylian people were.

@somnium-led had requested. Pre-established Relationships ✿ for either Miri or Eilian, if you'd like !! :D

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other (traveling companions!!)

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

Sleepy little town, Hateno. Lambda had been once or twice, but it had been a while and the stay had been brief; she’d not really gotten to know its features well, and she didn’t remember what she had. Visiting it now was like an entire rediscovery of the place. As much as she wanted to run about and play like a child– which she technically still was– she knew that her Pops and the rest of the clan had expectations of the future clan face. And it weighed on her a little bit, at least when she was around the group.

It was nighttime, and Lambda was waiting at her Pop’s side as he negotiated for rooms at the inn. But Lambda saw someone walking about the streets, someone who wasn’t one of her family! Immediately interested to know this mystery person’s business, Lambda stepped out and began to follow this person. Sneaky-like. And young and childish Lambda may be, she still knew how to sneak.

              “So you both are from Hateno?” Such a conversation shared so sweetly over a hearty meal and toasty fire. A beautiful village nestled in the hills of the east. Just the name reminds Mipha of the sweet rice strewn in the nearby fields, and a deep sense of familiarity. (so warm, and serene. no wonder she adored that farming town.) “Whatever could you be searching for so far north? Akkala is quite out of the way.”

@somnium-led sent : TLOZ asks ▪︎ 11, 13, & 17 !!

11. fave ganon portrayal?

i KNOW i technically answered this in the prev ask, but i mean, this IS a ganondorf blog and it’d be rude of me to NOT talk even more about him. oot ganondorf ultimately has my heart as like... my Very First Ganondorf(TM). i am an oot child, it was the first zelda game i played, and while i barely even engaged with the story bcuz i was terrified of the monsters (including the stalchildren, legally could Not play as child link bcuz of that) and only rode around on epona all day, the nostalgia is what rly gets me. the dramatics of the organ as u ascend the tower (which btw on the subject of my fear, oot was the first game i played to completion when i was like, thirteen, in terms of Game With Scary Evil Monsters And Battle Mechanics), the fact he decided he was gonna grow out a majestic mane bcuz why not, the very obvious theatrics that his young, evil brain whipped up in his gothic ass castle he was like fuck u hylians with ur fuckin white castle symbolizing purity n shit, im gonna make this castle look tight as FUCK and float over LAVA bcuz we arent pretending anymore about being all uwu perfect n good!! my good dude may not have the profound lore and depth of ww ganondorf but he makes up for it in ~*PRESENTATION.*~ i also consider tp ganondorf to be a direct connection to oot ganondorf in terms of like. edgy goth and his dramatics are included in this.

13. zelda game w/ best character design?

honestly i feel like i can’t answer this SUPER well bcuz i havent played a ton of zelda games to full completion. tp and ww i got SO close but then we moved, and our tv is broken, and i am Not figuring out how to hook up my wii to my computer, imma just wait until they inevitably released on switch. ss i literally am still at the first temple sb needs to hold my hand thru that game bcuz i cannot find myself excited to play. botw makes me delighted in how there is time-based behavioral patterns for the npcs like majora’s mask, but the designs arent rly thrilling. saying mm feels like SUCH a cop-out, esp since so many npcs were lifted from oot and reused, but the designs make the brain go brrrrr.

17. most atmospheric game?

im not exactly sure if this lore persay but an idea ive been playing around with, ive been thinking about it for a while and thinking specifically how it might be implemented but....

vali is functionally immortal. like no no i dont mean, biologically immortal, like all dokkalfar are, i mean like legitimately immortal -- at least, until he is not of any more use to aeshma.

basically aeshma will not let vali die until shes through with him. usually that manifests as....saving vali's ass if she feels like he cannot handle it himself, which is rare, valeriu is pretty damn capable of getting himself out of most of the trouble he gets himself into. but im sure theres been a time or two where , for example, vali has fallen asleep in the presence of a murderous suitor and aeshma had to...take matters into her own hands.

( Noticing Trauma sentence starters | @somnium-led​​​ )

Noticing Trauma Starters ⬩ “I don’t want to pry, but.. I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.” — for Miri pls 👁👁

     SHE WAS STILL angry——— she had a feeling that wouldn’t go away anytime soon——— but the anger wasn’t directed at miri & , as much as she wanted to be angry at hylia, it wasn’t directed towards the goddess either. it was herself that most of the frustration was directed towards. for not being good enough, for not proving herself when she was needed most. there was no doubt about it now, a hundred years of stasis had been a punishment for her actions——— for her inaction.

      & YET, EVEN knowing so, she couldn’t just understand what she was being punished for. what had she done wrong? surely she had prayed enough! hours spent in freezing cold water, so numb she could feel nothing, so cold she awoke the next day with a fever & yet still reciting her prayers. what about that deserved penalty? what about her hard work & attempts to help her kingdom had made hylia look upon her & deem her unworthy?

     SHE WAS STILL searching for the answer. & until she found it ( until she realized that she misunderstood, until she came across the thought that, just maybe, hylia was wrong ), she was dealing with complicated emotions that were difficult to reign in.

      BUT, EVEN SO, miri didn’t deserve the cold shoulder she had been given. she had been...rude, unkind & downright mean in the way she attempted to draw away, & that was no way for a princess to treat her subjects.

     MORE IMPORTANTLY, IT was no way for anyone to treat a friend. even knowing this, she hesitated, trying to craft the perfect apology——— she paced & thought & practiced phrases, almost laughing without humor at the way it mirrored the way she attempted to find her words to apologize to link a century prior. as usual, however, things never went the way she expected.

     IN THE END, it was miri who approached her. she couldn’t tell if she just looked particularly despondent, or if it was miri’s attempt at extending the proverbial olive branch but, in the end, it truly didn’t matter.

     ❝ thank you. ❞

     ZELDA’S VOICE WAS soft in her surprise, & it was only her propriety that stopped her jaw from dropping entirely. she still sat up straight, gaze forward, as regal as she could muster, but she couldn’t do a thing about the way her fingers fidgeted, tapping her fingers against her seat in her nervousness.

      ❝ i...i would like to offer the same. ❞

     SHE FINALLY TURNED, & she hoped her smile won out over any nervousness that might have slipped into her expression.

     ❝ should you need someone to talk to, i will happily lend an ear. ❞

When she opened her eyes, they were filled with light.

She winced and hissed, immediately squeezing her eyes shut to shield them from the sunlight. Ringing filled her ears for a long moment, but gradually was replaced with the roar of ocean waves. The sound of seagulls cawing. The wind.

Her fingers dug into the sand underneath her. Sand. Sand. She was on shore. Sea salt filled her nose as she breathed, briny and familiar. Inhale. Exhale. Long, deep breaths to ground herself.

With a groan she rolled onto her side, then pushed herself up to sit. Her body ached as if she hadn’t moved in years, muscles burning in protest, bones aching. Her head throbbed. Wet hair clung to her bare shoulders, dripping with seawater.

Niamh’s memory was...foggy. Confused. She felt as if she’d only been sleeping, yet at the same time it was different. She decided that the smartest thing to do was to sit for a few moments and collect herself. The stretch of beach she woke up on was unfamiliar.