#cause I am deceased and you can blame Inu >.< ]

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@guideoftime asked: [ FAREWELL ] : your muse kisses my muse goodbye before they’re separated for an indefinite but long amount of time.kissing prompts |  accepting

Angrily does the princess pace back and forth within her study, uncertain whether she wants to cry or commit murder. Sheik had often eluded to the idea that things — she — would be better off if Impa was still around. Sheik had suggested on more than one occasion that it should have been him the was awakened as the Sage of Shadows considering he was the one that had guided Link during his journey.

And every time Zelda had rebutted that things were the way fate had designed them to be. She’d INSISTED that the goddesses did not make mistakes, and this was the way it was intended. And when Sheik suggested the idea of him trading places with Impa, which she’d thought was a joke, she’d countered that she didn’t believe it to be possible.

Over time, however, Sheik was certain to circle back to the topic again and again, making it very clear that he was NOT joking. This realization lead to VERY opinionated conversations between the two, which often brought about heated feelings. Heated feelings lead to bickering. And bickering lead to full blown quarrels.

It was earlier this afternoon when Sheik had informed her that he’d made up his mind; after consulting with the Great Deku Tree, he would depart, today, for the Shadow Temple so he could take Impa’s place.

This proclamation lead to another argument before Zelda had to excuse herself, too angry to try to carry on with the topic. 

So furiously does she press the backs of her gloved hands against her eyes to try to force back the hot, angry, and helpless tears that threaten to bubble over. She only stops at the sound of shuffling coming from near the window, looking up to see Sheik standing there silently, observing her. His gaze narrows, and for the shortest of moments she thinks maybe he has changed his mind; maybe he has come here to tell her he will stay.

So when he tugs his mask beneath his cowl, she is confused. And that disorientation is amplified as Sheik steps forward, sufficiently closing the gap between the two of them before leaning in. Before she can react, much less comprehend what is happening, his lips are against her own. They are surprisingly soft. And warm. And perfect.

Her heart pounds at a rapid and erratic pattern, nearly threatening to burst from the confines of her ribcage. Her knees feel weak, as if they may buckle from beneath her at any given second. But all she wants is to stay right here, frozen in time.

The flow of time is always cruel.

That proverb seemed truer now than ever before. The very moment she reacted, began to kiss him back, his lips are gone. Quietly does he pull away, their eyes locking for only an instant more before he tugs the mask back up to conceal the lower half of his face. 

And without so much as a word, he was gone.

There was no stopping the tears now — in a heated fury they cascade down her face as she rushes to the balcony he’d disappeared from. But it was futile. Sheik was nowhere to be found, leaving the princess to violently bang her fists against the railing before crumpling over it, overtaken by a wave of emotions as a sob escaped her throat.

Mood: One Love

#guideoftime #the clear water’s surface reflects growth ⌈ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋs ⌋ #i will be your sword & shield your camouflage & you will be mine ♥ sʜᴇɪᴋ: ɢᴜɪᴅᴇᴏғᴛɪᴍᴇ #[ Well I hope no one was expecting me to get anything else done tonight #cause I am deceased and you can blame Inu >.< ]