Former Servant of Demise

[less active] Ghirahim rp blog! I love whump, angst, hurt and comfort, fluff, and general concepts! I'm cool with pretty much anything and won't godmode for fight scenes lol. I do not mind if my fave is beaten up a bit. So long as ya'll don't godmode either. No nsfw or 18+ stuff! If I don't respond to an ask or prompt I apologize I have to manage my anxiety and make sure I don't get overwhelmed first! Headcanons are listed under the headcanons tag.

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Ghirahim Headcanons/Info (subject to change)

Sword Spirits are incapable of disobeying the master they are bound to

Sword Spirits look up to their Masters until that bond is broken where then they can view the relationship based on their own opinions

Demise wasn't a kind master, was actually either indifferent or abusive

Ghirahim is vaguely touch-starved, prickly, and projects confidence as a result of how Demise treated him and because his own personality is a prideful one

Ghirahim and Fi are siblings

Ghirahim was also created by Hylia, though he was swayed to Demise's side and corrupted with malice to make him more demonic

He hates Hylia, though he misses Fi at times

Hylia hid Fi's memories of Ghirahim after he switched sides so that Fi wouldn't be swayed by him

Even he has limits to his cruelty as he doesn't care to harm children and post-game he doesn't know what to do with himself since Demise is gone

Post-game Link befriends Ghirahim at some point and he gets to reconnect with Fi (because Fi deserves to adventure with Link post-game)

The diamond mark under Ghirahim's hair is one of Malice and was given to him by Demise- It is also a mark of his servitude

When his exterior skin cracks and reveals the black underneath it is his onyx form coming out but also the malice cracking from the diamond mark. He gets a bit more erratic/violent when that happens

His 'core', the orange gem on his onyx form, is very sensitive under the protective covering and it is still cracked and seeping magic from when Link first destroyed it and then Demise ripped his sword from it

Ghirahim has astraphobia as a result of Demise using him as a lightning rod (actually had it previously being a creature made of metal, he's always feared lightning and storms because of it)

Ghirahim's mantle (scarf thing) was given to him at a young age and is a 'security blanket' of sorts

He's grown out of it slightly, but it still serves that basic purpose along with him just liking the style so even if it's damaged he will take the time to ensure it gets fixed

Back when he was with Demise it was used to cover all manner of injuries so he wouldn't be seen as vulnerable by other demons

Most days he honestly believes himself to be property or a thing rather than his own person.

It's partly why he projects himself so much and talks about how great he is-

If he fakes it enough he might believe it. And if people are paying attention to him then it doesn't matter if he is 'just an object'.

Asexual bastard

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The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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Zant entangled one of his hands in the demon’s hair, letting his slightly teary face show. “I love you. I know not else what to say right now. I simply- it is overwhelming.”

“Not a bad overwhelming… I like this. These emotions are strong, but I love you, Ghirahim.”

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Well evidently it was his turn to get a bit flustered because where he came from being so blunt with emotions was not the norm- It was a bit overwhelming in a 'overtaken by affection' kind of way. Not exactly a bad thing.

Instead of responding with words - which amazingly enough only the twili could manage to take away from him - he just nuzzled into his neck for a moment, appreciating the rumbling purr, before pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "...There's not many people who can leave me speechless," he mentioned endearingly.

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The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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Zant squeaked in surprise as the other spoke, quickly turning to face him as more red creeped onto his face. Scratch his previous thought about this not being so bad, Zant was humiliated by this. Oddly enough, he didn’t know exactly why that was. “It is not as if I invited him to curse me!” He sputtered out, “He was refusing to listen to me about what our Lord had ordered us to do! It is not as if I truly desire interaction with him!”

Zant whined as he made his way back over to bed, laying back down. He flopped back down beside Ghirahim, the red never fading from his pale face. “I am… I feel I must apologize for talking much of my father yesterday. That is rather unusual for me to do.”

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Ghirahim snorted, though kept his expression rather tempered, finding he didn't actually want to upset the other of course- He let Zant get the small rant out, rolling onto his stomach to peer down curiously at the twili. Then to narrow his eyes a bit at the apology. "Oh, hush. All that became of it is you made me want to punch the bastard a bit more. No harm actually done, and honestly you were rather adorable. Not even bratty," he huffed, remembering the endearing way Zant almost attached to him immediately.

"And anyways, if you have to interact with the pathetic excuse for a wizard again, you can always let me know. I believe he will be...more considerate of what I have to say next time we meet." And if not, Ghirahim could always beat the Hel out of him again. For one thing he absolutely didn't know why Zant was apologizing for something he couldn't control- no harm had been done. Not really. Perhaps it hadn't been a typical day, but at least it hadn't been boring.

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“That is precisely why I seldom speak of him.” Zant sighed. “He was not… a bad man. Simply a bad father. Though, it does not matter anymore. He is just like the rest of the Shadow Beasts now. I could never identify him.”

“Um, anyway… have you spoke with… the dragon?” He asked shyly, almost afraid. He still was in near shock that he had called him by such a title. They were brothers in arms, and simply that.

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Ghirahim hummed in understanding. He could still not like the man for what he did to Zant...not a bad man or not, he hurt Zant and that was simply unacceptable in his book. Then again, he was known to be a touch irrational at times with certain emotions and evidently his sense of protectiveness could be included.

Ghirahim raised an eyebrow at the next question, propping his chin on a hand again. "...I have not. I still don't care overly much for him you know, I don't go out of my way to find him. He's not exactly a conversationalist either." His brows furrowed a bit as he thought for a moment. "And...perhaps I am still a touch annoyed that you got sick under his watch. You seemed happy and whole enough when you returned to me, though I couldn't exactly get the full story."

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“Ah… it was heat stroke. Dragon d- Volga caught it early, it did no harm, nothing more than an inconvenience.” Zant’s face reddened again. He couldn’t keep calling Volga that! He would have to break this new habit quickly. “There is no reason to hold malice. I assure you that.”

Zant rolled over, trying to hide his face. He hated to admit it, but that curse… he wouldn’t mind it again. That was one of the very few happy memories he had of being so young… and it wasn’t even his real childhood.

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Ghirahim just blinked at him at the slip up, but didn't comment on it. "Did he not-" Ghirahim paused, then started again begrudgingly, "Well he doesn't seem the type to prefer reading overly much...I suppose he just didn't consider your race's lack of inclination towards the heat. Or at least not that it would affect you so much as it did." He could give the dragon that at least- Being part of a race of reptilian based creatures, the demon doubted the dragon would think of the heat as anything but good.

"Try not to worry so much of it," Ghirahim huffed sympathetically, dropping to plop down next to the twili. "It wasn't your fault, and I don't think anyone else even saw you in such a state. Evidently the dragon didn't mind so much as he agreed in the first place, and it isn't as if you ever talked to him much either. I don't see why we can't just go back to the way things were before."

The demon hadn't been there of course, he sssumed the dragon would tolerate children at most- For sure wouldn't harm them, but he sincerely doubted he'd care for them so much. The way things were before they hardly interacted with him, and he was...more or less fine with going back to that. He didn't think the dragon cared for them much either. Well. Certainly not for him.

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“He seemed rather skilled in dealing with children. Perhaps not Twili children, but… I am clearly far from the first he has watched.” Zant laughed a little. “It is quite the odd contrast from his usual cold self. To think that man has the blood of thousands on his hands…”

Zant rolled back over to face Ghirahim again, a small smile on his face. “May I confess something? Yesterday… was very enjoyable.”

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"Certainly a warrior...Possibly less of a brute than I initially judged," he conceded. "You did seem exceedingly pleased when I came to get you. Something about getting to see his draconic form? I can admit that's a rather clever form of entertainment, especially since I'm sure you've never seen a dragon before."

Ghirahim blinked in surprise as the other turned over again, and admitted how he felt about yesterday. The demon was a bit surprised, but not unpleased and offered a small smile back. "Well I'm glad someone got to enjoy it," he teased idly before continuing a bit more seriously. "Truthfully I was worried that you would be more upset about it than anything...I'm pleased to see that I was wrong."

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“I am… slightly embarrassed, yes. I know not how I will feel when I see the dragon again… but at this moment I am happy.” Zant stated, “To remember what it was like… I wish to feel it again in an odd way. To live without the knowledge that I am despised.”

Zant moved in closer to Ghirahim. “It is… bittersweet, no? I may never have that again. Though now I have a far clearer memory of what that felt like.”

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"Well I doubt he despises you, not now at least. I certainly don't. I'm glad it made you feel something so positive," he agreed, shifting a bit closer to the twili. At Zant's next words he grew a bit more somber, nodding sympathetically.

"Could always irritate Wizzro on purpose," he half-joked with a wry smile. "Though I doubt that sort of magic is very good in the long run...It was set to run through your system for a certain amount of time, so I had nothing to do with it being done so quickly." He pressed a bit closer, wrapping an arm around the twili. "Although it is...also rather nice to have my partner back," he admittes idly. He was fine watching Zant's younger self, found him endearing actually, but their interactions were obviously different. He only wished Zant could get that sense of satisfaction back.

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“It is… nice to be your partner as well.” Zant smiled a little, curling even closer yet. A small purr started in his chest. “I do not truly wish to forget that again. I simply… enjoy not worrying about a war, no? Plus, I will never hear the end of this from that foul wizard.” Zant laughed a little at that.

“I presume you beat him to a bloody little pulp? Or, attempted. I know not that he has any blood in truth. Perhaps a magical little pulp then?”

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Ghirahim let out a bit of a wistful sigh. "It is nice to firget about the war every so often..." Having been in one before, he could easily say they weren't quite as glorious as they were brought up to be. Brutal to be certain. Rather exhausting. Though the thrill involved made up for it sometimes. Even if he hadn't been on the winning side last time...Perhaps this time would be different at least.

The demon did smile a bit at the question. "I was trying to keep it age appropriate when you asked, but to put it simply, Wizzro won't be bothering me for quite some time. Or even going near you for that matter." The cowardly wizard would likely be taking a bit of time to...reform his corporation. Not Ghirahim's problem.

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“You help me forget of the war.” Zant admitted, “of that, of the wizard, of our losses, all of it. I only think of you.” Zant laid contently for a moment before he realized the weight of what he said. His face immediately lit up red.

“I-I mean! Well, no, I mean what I said, but. I… meant not for it to be so… ‘sappy.’” Zant covered his face with his long sleeves. Despite his embarrassment, his purring was rather loud

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Ghirahim's eyes widened in the slightest at the weight of the words being given freely to him- The twili seemed to realize the deepness after a moment as well and immediately hid, though his loud purring rather betrayed how he actually felt. The demon's mouth twitched up in a bit of a wider smile though his ears were a bit warm.

"You have a way with words," he said amusedly, giving the twili an affectionate squeeze. "Perhaps I don't mind them being 'sappy' if they betray how you truly feel. And...I can say much of the same. It's rather hard to think of anything else when I'm with you," he finished sincerely. He hadn't been so honest about his feelings in a millenia, and in a comparatively short amount of time this twili had managed to get more truth out of him than anyone else...that certainly meant something.

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Zant peeked from behind his sleeves. “Truly…? You have lived so long, you are so beautiful! How have you not another? How- how is it I? You are elegance embodied! And not to mention-“ Zant stopped himself. No, he was going on a tangent. He shouldn’t do that.

Zant simply curled up more in Ghirahim’s arms. The vibrations from his deep purrs could be felt in his chest. “… thank you, for this all.”

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"I suppose no one has ever piqued my interest as you have- Not when I had other things to worry about, and many could be rather shallow...You," he emphasized this next part, "appreciate everything. It's...nice."

Naturally he was very picky about his appearance, but he didn't care to seek the companionship of anyone who only focused on that- What was the point in conversation if they only cared for his looks and not his personality? Zant made it clear he cared about that as well.

Ghirahim hugged the twili closer contently with a pleased hum. "Thank you...a millenia of life, and none of it as pleasant as my time with you..." The fact that the twili clearly had to stop himself from rambling, from spouting praise for him, left such a pleasant feeling in his chest. "My intelligent, caring partner," he complimented aloud. He almost couldn't believe he'd gotten something so wonderful.

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Zant was thankful for being curled up, it was easy to hide the tears that had formed. They were ones of joy of course, but it embarrassed him regardless. His chest was tight. Though it wasn’t an unpleasant tightness, it caused him to take a moment before he spoke.

“I…” Despite his best efforts, the teary wobble was clear in his voice, “I love you. Truly I never thought I would say those words to one, much less to you. It is odd to think… of how we clashed when we first met.”

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The clear emotion in the other's voice made his own chest tighten, though he was able to breathe through that. It was still a bit difficult to say himself- he never thought he'd want to- but he managed after a moment, resting his chin on Zant's head.

"I love you too. That is...not something I'd ever say lightly, let alone something I ever thought I'd want to say to anyone..." And it was true, they had clashed endlessly in the beginning, so he never could've imagined this was how things would turn out...though he certainly wasn't complaining.

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The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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Zant squeaked in surprise as the other spoke, quickly turning to face him as more red creeped onto his face. Scratch his previous thought about this not being so bad, Zant was humiliated by this. Oddly enough, he didn’t know exactly why that was. “It is not as if I invited him to curse me!” He sputtered out, “He was refusing to listen to me about what our Lord had ordered us to do! It is not as if I truly desire interaction with him!”

Zant whined as he made his way back over to bed, laying back down. He flopped back down beside Ghirahim, the red never fading from his pale face. “I am… I feel I must apologize for talking much of my father yesterday. That is rather unusual for me to do.”

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Ghirahim snorted, though kept his expression rather tempered, finding he didn't actually want to upset the other of course- He let Zant get the small rant out, rolling onto his stomach to peer down curiously at the twili. Then to narrow his eyes a bit at the apology. "Oh, hush. All that became of it is you made me want to punch the bastard a bit more. No harm actually done, and honestly you were rather adorable. Not even bratty," he huffed, remembering the endearing way Zant almost attached to him immediately.

"And anyways, if you have to interact with the pathetic excuse for a wizard again, you can always let me know. I believe he will be...more considerate of what I have to say next time we meet." And if not, Ghirahim could always beat the Hel out of him again. For one thing he absolutely didn't know why Zant was apologizing for something he couldn't control- no harm had been done. Not really. Perhaps it hadn't been a typical day, but at least it hadn't been boring.

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“That is precisely why I seldom speak of him.” Zant sighed. “He was not… a bad man. Simply a bad father. Though, it does not matter anymore. He is just like the rest of the Shadow Beasts now. I could never identify him.”

“Um, anyway… have you spoke with… the dragon?” He asked shyly, almost afraid. He still was in near shock that he had called him by such a title. They were brothers in arms, and simply that.

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Ghirahim hummed in understanding. He could still not like the man for what he did to Zant...not a bad man or not, he hurt Zant and that was simply unacceptable in his book. Then again, he was known to be a touch irrational at times with certain emotions and evidently his sense of protectiveness could be included.

Ghirahim raised an eyebrow at the next question, propping his chin on a hand again. "...I have not. I still don't care overly much for him you know, I don't go out of my way to find him. He's not exactly a conversationalist either." His brows furrowed a bit as he thought for a moment. "And...perhaps I am still a touch annoyed that you got sick under his watch. You seemed happy and whole enough when you returned to me, though I couldn't exactly get the full story."

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“Ah… it was heat stroke. Dragon d- Volga caught it early, it did no harm, nothing more than an inconvenience.” Zant’s face reddened again. He couldn’t keep calling Volga that! He would have to break this new habit quickly. “There is no reason to hold malice. I assure you that.”

Zant rolled over, trying to hide his face. He hated to admit it, but that curse… he wouldn’t mind it again. That was one of the very few happy memories he had of being so young… and it wasn’t even his real childhood.

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Ghirahim just blinked at him at the slip up, but didn't comment on it. "Did he not-" Ghirahim paused, then started again begrudgingly, "Well he doesn't seem the type to prefer reading overly much...I suppose he just didn't consider your race's lack of inclination towards the heat. Or at least not that it would affect you so much as it did." He could give the dragon that at least- Being part of a race of reptilian based creatures, the demon doubted the dragon would think of the heat as anything but good.

"Try not to worry so much of it," Ghirahim huffed sympathetically, dropping to plop down next to the twili. "It wasn't your fault, and I don't think anyone else even saw you in such a state. Evidently the dragon didn't mind so much as he agreed in the first place, and it isn't as if you ever talked to him much either. I don't see why we can't just go back to the way things were before."

The demon hadn't been there of course, he sssumed the dragon would tolerate children at most- For sure wouldn't harm them, but he sincerely doubted he'd care for them so much. The way things were before they hardly interacted with him, and he was...more or less fine with going back to that. He didn't think the dragon cared for them much either. Well. Certainly not for him.

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“He seemed rather skilled in dealing with children. Perhaps not Twili children, but… I am clearly far from the first he has watched.” Zant laughed a little. “It is quite the odd contrast from his usual cold self. To think that man has the blood of thousands on his hands…”

Zant rolled back over to face Ghirahim again, a small smile on his face. “May I confess something? Yesterday… was very enjoyable.”

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"Certainly a warrior...Possibly less of a brute than I initially judged," he conceded. "You did seem exceedingly pleased when I came to get you. Something about getting to see his draconic form? I can admit that's a rather clever form of entertainment, especially since I'm sure you've never seen a dragon before."

Ghirahim blinked in surprise as the other turned over again, and admitted how he felt about yesterday. The demon was a bit surprised, but not unpleased and offered a small smile back. "Well I'm glad someone got to enjoy it," he teased idly before continuing a bit more seriously. "Truthfully I was worried that you would be more upset about it than anything...I'm pleased to see that I was wrong."

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“I am… slightly embarrassed, yes. I know not how I will feel when I see the dragon again… but at this moment I am happy.” Zant stated, “To remember what it was like… I wish to feel it again in an odd way. To live without the knowledge that I am despised.”

Zant moved in closer to Ghirahim. “It is… bittersweet, no? I may never have that again. Though now I have a far clearer memory of what that felt like.”

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"Well I doubt he despises you, not now at least. I certainly don't. I'm glad it made you feel something so positive," he agreed, shifting a bit closer to the twili. At Zant's next words he grew a bit more somber, nodding sympathetically.

"Could always irritate Wizzro on purpose," he half-joked with a wry smile. "Though I doubt that sort of magic is very good in the long run...It was set to run through your system for a certain amount of time, so I had nothing to do with it being done so quickly." He pressed a bit closer, wrapping an arm around the twili. "Although it is...also rather nice to have my partner back," he admittes idly. He was fine watching Zant's younger self, found him endearing actually, but their interactions were obviously different. He only wished Zant could get that sense of satisfaction back.

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“It is… nice to be your partner as well.” Zant smiled a little, curling even closer yet. A small purr started in his chest. “I do not truly wish to forget that again. I simply… enjoy not worrying about a war, no? Plus, I will never hear the end of this from that foul wizard.” Zant laughed a little at that.

“I presume you beat him to a bloody little pulp? Or, attempted. I know not that he has any blood in truth. Perhaps a magical little pulp then?”

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Ghirahim let out a bit of a wistful sigh. "It is nice to firget about the war every so often..." Having been in one before, he could easily say they weren't quite as glorious as they were brought up to be. Brutal to be certain. Rather exhausting. Though the thrill involved made up for it sometimes. Even if he hadn't been on the winning side last time...Perhaps this time would be different at least.

The demon did smile a bit at the question. "I was trying to keep it age appropriate when you asked, but to put it simply, Wizzro won't be bothering me for quite some time. Or even going near you for that matter." The cowardly wizard would likely be taking a bit of time to...reform his corporation. Not Ghirahim's problem.

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“You help me forget of the war.” Zant admitted, “of that, of the wizard, of our losses, all of it. I only think of you.” Zant laid contently for a moment before he realized the weight of what he said. His face immediately lit up red.

“I-I mean! Well, no, I mean what I said, but. I… meant not for it to be so… ‘sappy.’” Zant covered his face with his long sleeves. Despite his embarrassment, his purring was rather loud

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim's eyes widened in the slightest at the weight of the words being given freely to him- The twili seemed to realize the deepness after a moment as well and immediately hid, though his loud purring rather betrayed how he actually felt. The demon's mouth twitched up in a bit of a wider smile though his ears were a bit warm.

"You have a way with words," he said amusedly, giving the twili an affectionate squeeze. "Perhaps I don't mind them being 'sappy' if they betray how you truly feel. And...I can say much of the same. It's rather hard to think of anything else when I'm with you," he finished sincerely. He hadn't been so honest about his feelings in a millenia, and in a comparatively short amount of time this twili had managed to get more truth out of him than anyone else...that certainly meant something.

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Zant peeked from behind his sleeves. “Truly…? You have lived so long, you are so beautiful! How have you not another? How- how is it I? You are elegance embodied! And not to mention-“ Zant stopped himself. No, he was going on a tangent. He shouldn’t do that.

Zant simply curled up more in Ghirahim’s arms. The vibrations from his deep purrs could be felt in his chest. “… thank you, for this all.”

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"I suppose no one has ever piqued my interest as you have- Not when I had other things to worry about, and many could be rather shallow...You," he emphasized this next part, "appreciate everything. It's...nice."

Naturally he was very picky about his appearance, but he didn't care to seek the companionship of anyone who only focused on that- What was the point in conversation if they only cared for his looks and not his personality? Zant made it clear he cared about that as well.

Ghirahim hugged the twili closer contently with a pleased hum. "Thank you...a millenia of life, and none of it as pleasant as my time with you..." The fact that the twili clearly had to stop himself from rambling, from spouting praise for him, left such a pleasant feeling in his chest. "My intelligent, caring partner," he complimented aloud. He almost couldn't believe he'd gotten something so wonderful.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

- @twili-king-zant

Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

@twili-king-zant

[twili-king-zant]

Zant squeaked in surprise as the other spoke, quickly turning to face him as more red creeped onto his face. Scratch his previous thought about this not being so bad, Zant was humiliated by this. Oddly enough, he didn’t know exactly why that was. “It is not as if I invited him to curse me!” He sputtered out, “He was refusing to listen to me about what our Lord had ordered us to do! It is not as if I truly desire interaction with him!”

Zant whined as he made his way back over to bed, laying back down. He flopped back down beside Ghirahim, the red never fading from his pale face. “I am… I feel I must apologize for talking much of my father yesterday. That is rather unusual for me to do.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim snorted, though kept his expression rather tempered, finding he didn't actually want to upset the other of course- He let Zant get the small rant out, rolling onto his stomach to peer down curiously at the twili. Then to narrow his eyes a bit at the apology. "Oh, hush. All that became of it is you made me want to punch the bastard a bit more. No harm actually done, and honestly you were rather adorable. Not even bratty," he huffed, remembering the endearing way Zant almost attached to him immediately.

"And anyways, if you have to interact with the pathetic excuse for a wizard again, you can always let me know. I believe he will be...more considerate of what I have to say next time we meet." And if not, Ghirahim could always beat the Hel out of him again. For one thing he absolutely didn't know why Zant was apologizing for something he couldn't control- no harm had been done. Not really. Perhaps it hadn't been a typical day, but at least it hadn't been boring.

[twili-king-zant]

“That is precisely why I seldom speak of him.” Zant sighed. “He was not… a bad man. Simply a bad father. Though, it does not matter anymore. He is just like the rest of the Shadow Beasts now. I could never identify him.”

“Um, anyway… have you spoke with… the dragon?” He asked shyly, almost afraid. He still was in near shock that he had called him by such a title. They were brothers in arms, and simply that.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim hummed in understanding. He could still not like the man for what he did to Zant...not a bad man or not, he hurt Zant and that was simply unacceptable in his book. Then again, he was known to be a touch irrational at times with certain emotions and evidently his sense of protectiveness could be included.

Ghirahim raised an eyebrow at the next question, propping his chin on a hand again. "...I have not. I still don't care overly much for him you know, I don't go out of my way to find him. He's not exactly a conversationalist either." His brows furrowed a bit as he thought for a moment. "And...perhaps I am still a touch annoyed that you got sick under his watch. You seemed happy and whole enough when you returned to me, though I couldn't exactly get the full story."

[twili-king-zant]

“Ah… it was heat stroke. Dragon d- Volga caught it early, it did no harm, nothing more than an inconvenience.” Zant’s face reddened again. He couldn’t keep calling Volga that! He would have to break this new habit quickly. “There is no reason to hold malice. I assure you that.”

Zant rolled over, trying to hide his face. He hated to admit it, but that curse… he wouldn’t mind it again. That was one of the very few happy memories he had of being so young… and it wasn’t even his real childhood.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim just blinked at him at the slip up, but didn't comment on it. "Did he not-" Ghirahim paused, then started again begrudgingly, "Well he doesn't seem the type to prefer reading overly much...I suppose he just didn't consider your race's lack of inclination towards the heat. Or at least not that it would affect you so much as it did." He could give the dragon that at least- Being part of a race of reptilian based creatures, the demon doubted the dragon would think of the heat as anything but good.

"Try not to worry so much of it," Ghirahim huffed sympathetically, dropping to plop down next to the twili. "It wasn't your fault, and I don't think anyone else even saw you in such a state. Evidently the dragon didn't mind so much as he agreed in the first place, and it isn't as if you ever talked to him much either. I don't see why we can't just go back to the way things were before."

The demon hadn't been there of course, he sssumed the dragon would tolerate children at most- For sure wouldn't harm them, but he sincerely doubted he'd care for them so much. The way things were before they hardly interacted with him, and he was...more or less fine with going back to that. He didn't think the dragon cared for them much either. Well. Certainly not for him.

[twili-king-zant]

“He seemed rather skilled in dealing with children. Perhaps not Twili children, but… I am clearly far from the first he has watched.” Zant laughed a little. “It is quite the odd contrast from his usual cold self. To think that man has the blood of thousands on his hands…”

Zant rolled back over to face Ghirahim again, a small smile on his face. “May I confess something? Yesterday… was very enjoyable.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

"Certainly a warrior...Possibly less of a brute than I initially judged," he conceded. "You did seem exceedingly pleased when I came to get you. Something about getting to see his draconic form? I can admit that's a rather clever form of entertainment, especially since I'm sure you've never seen a dragon before."

Ghirahim blinked in surprise as the other turned over again, and admitted how he felt about yesterday. The demon was a bit surprised, but not unpleased and offered a small smile back. "Well I'm glad someone got to enjoy it," he teased idly before continuing a bit more seriously. "Truthfully I was worried that you would be more upset about it than anything...I'm pleased to see that I was wrong."

[twili-king-zant]

“I am… slightly embarrassed, yes. I know not how I will feel when I see the dragon again… but at this moment I am happy.” Zant stated, “To remember what it was like… I wish to feel it again in an odd way. To live without the knowledge that I am despised.”

Zant moved in closer to Ghirahim. “It is… bittersweet, no? I may never have that again. Though now I have a far clearer memory of what that felt like.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

"Well I doubt he despises you, not now at least. I certainly don't. I'm glad it made you feel something so positive," he agreed, shifting a bit closer to the twili. At Zant's next words he grew a bit more somber, nodding sympathetically.

"Could always irritate Wizzro on purpose," he half-joked with a wry smile. "Though I doubt that sort of magic is very good in the long run...It was set to run through your system for a certain amount of time, so I had nothing to do with it being done so quickly." He pressed a bit closer, wrapping an arm around the twili. "Although it is...also rather nice to have my partner back," he admittes idly. He was fine watching Zant's younger self, found him endearing actually, but their interactions were obviously different. He only wished Zant could get that sense of satisfaction back.

[twili-king-zant]

“It is… nice to be your partner as well.” Zant smiled a little, curling even closer yet. A small purr started in his chest. “I do not truly wish to forget that again. I simply… enjoy not worrying about a war, no? Plus, I will never hear the end of this from that foul wizard.” Zant laughed a little at that.

“I presume you beat him to a bloody little pulp? Or, attempted. I know not that he has any blood in truth. Perhaps a magical little pulp then?”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim let out a bit of a wistful sigh. "It is nice to firget about the war every so often..." Having been in one before, he could easily say they weren't quite as glorious as they were brought up to be. Brutal to be certain. Rather exhausting. Though the thrill involved made up for it sometimes. Even if he hadn't been on the winning side last time...Perhaps this time would be different at least.

The demon did smile a bit at the question. "I was trying to keep it age appropriate when you asked, but to put it simply, Wizzro won't be bothering me for quite some time. Or even going near you for that matter." The cowardly wizard would likely be taking a bit of time to...reform his corporation. Not Ghirahim's problem.

[twili-king-zant]

“You help me forget of the war.” Zant admitted, “of that, of the wizard, of our losses, all of it. I only think of you.” Zant laid contently for a moment before he realized the weight of what he said. His face immediately lit up red.

“I-I mean! Well, no, I mean what I said, but. I… meant not for it to be so… ‘sappy.’” Zant covered his face with his long sleeves. Despite his embarrassment, his purring was rather loud

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim's eyes widened in the slightest at the weight of the words being given freely to him- The twili seemed to realize the deepness after a moment as well and immediately hid, though his loud purring rather betrayed how he actually felt. The demon's mouth twitched up in a bit of a wider smile though his ears were a bit warm.

"You have a way with words," he said amusedly, giving the twili an affectionate squeeze. "Perhaps I don't mind them being 'sappy' if they betray how you truly feel. And...I can say much of the same. It's rather hard to think of anything else when I'm with you," he finished sincerely. He hadn't been so honest about his feelings in a millenia, and in a comparatively short amount of time this twili had managed to get more truth out of him than anyone else...that certainly meant something.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

- @twili-king-zant

Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

@twili-king-zant

[twili-king-zant]

Zant squeaked in surprise as the other spoke, quickly turning to face him as more red creeped onto his face. Scratch his previous thought about this not being so bad, Zant was humiliated by this. Oddly enough, he didn’t know exactly why that was. “It is not as if I invited him to curse me!” He sputtered out, “He was refusing to listen to me about what our Lord had ordered us to do! It is not as if I truly desire interaction with him!”

Zant whined as he made his way back over to bed, laying back down. He flopped back down beside Ghirahim, the red never fading from his pale face. “I am… I feel I must apologize for talking much of my father yesterday. That is rather unusual for me to do.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim snorted, though kept his expression rather tempered, finding he didn't actually want to upset the other of course- He let Zant get the small rant out, rolling onto his stomach to peer down curiously at the twili. Then to narrow his eyes a bit at the apology. "Oh, hush. All that became of it is you made me want to punch the bastard a bit more. No harm actually done, and honestly you were rather adorable. Not even bratty," he huffed, remembering the endearing way Zant almost attached to him immediately.

"And anyways, if you have to interact with the pathetic excuse for a wizard again, you can always let me know. I believe he will be...more considerate of what I have to say next time we meet." And if not, Ghirahim could always beat the Hel out of him again. For one thing he absolutely didn't know why Zant was apologizing for something he couldn't control- no harm had been done. Not really. Perhaps it hadn't been a typical day, but at least it hadn't been boring.

[twili-king-zant]

“That is precisely why I seldom speak of him.” Zant sighed. “He was not… a bad man. Simply a bad father. Though, it does not matter anymore. He is just like the rest of the Shadow Beasts now. I could never identify him.”

“Um, anyway… have you spoke with… the dragon?” He asked shyly, almost afraid. He still was in near shock that he had called him by such a title. They were brothers in arms, and simply that.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim hummed in understanding. He could still not like the man for what he did to Zant...not a bad man or not, he hurt Zant and that was simply unacceptable in his book. Then again, he was known to be a touch irrational at times with certain emotions and evidently his sense of protectiveness could be included.

Ghirahim raised an eyebrow at the next question, propping his chin on a hand again. "...I have not. I still don't care overly much for him you know, I don't go out of my way to find him. He's not exactly a conversationalist either." His brows furrowed a bit as he thought for a moment. "And...perhaps I am still a touch annoyed that you got sick under his watch. You seemed happy and whole enough when you returned to me, though I couldn't exactly get the full story."

[twili-king-zant]

“Ah… it was heat stroke. Dragon d- Volga caught it early, it did no harm, nothing more than an inconvenience.” Zant’s face reddened again. He couldn’t keep calling Volga that! He would have to break this new habit quickly. “There is no reason to hold malice. I assure you that.”

Zant rolled over, trying to hide his face. He hated to admit it, but that curse… he wouldn’t mind it again. That was one of the very few happy memories he had of being so young… and it wasn’t even his real childhood.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim just blinked at him at the slip up, but didn't comment on it. "Did he not-" Ghirahim paused, then started again begrudgingly, "Well he doesn't seem the type to prefer reading overly much...I suppose he just didn't consider your race's lack of inclination towards the heat. Or at least not that it would affect you so much as it did." He could give the dragon that at least- Being part of a race of reptilian based creatures, the demon doubted the dragon would think of the heat as anything but good.

"Try not to worry so much of it," Ghirahim huffed sympathetically, dropping to plop down next to the twili. "It wasn't your fault, and I don't think anyone else even saw you in such a state. Evidently the dragon didn't mind so much as he agreed in the first place, and it isn't as if you ever talked to him much either. I don't see why we can't just go back to the way things were before."

The demon hadn't been there of course, he sssumed the dragon would tolerate children at most- For sure wouldn't harm them, but he sincerely doubted he'd care for them so much. The way things were before they hardly interacted with him, and he was...more or less fine with going back to that. He didn't think the dragon cared for them much either. Well. Certainly not for him.

[twili-king-zant]

“He seemed rather skilled in dealing with children. Perhaps not Twili children, but… I am clearly far from the first he has watched.” Zant laughed a little. “It is quite the odd contrast from his usual cold self. To think that man has the blood of thousands on his hands…”

Zant rolled back over to face Ghirahim again, a small smile on his face. “May I confess something? Yesterday… was very enjoyable.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

"Certainly a warrior...Possibly less of a brute than I initially judged," he conceded. "You did seem exceedingly pleased when I came to get you. Something about getting to see his draconic form? I can admit that's a rather clever form of entertainment, especially since I'm sure you've never seen a dragon before."

Ghirahim blinked in surprise as the other turned over again, and admitted how he felt about yesterday. The demon was a bit surprised, but not unpleased and offered a small smile back. "Well I'm glad someone got to enjoy it," he teased idly before continuing a bit more seriously. "Truthfully I was worried that you would be more upset about it than anything...I'm pleased to see that I was wrong."

[twili-king-zant]

“I am… slightly embarrassed, yes. I know not how I will feel when I see the dragon again… but at this moment I am happy.” Zant stated, “To remember what it was like… I wish to feel it again in an odd way. To live without the knowledge that I am despised.”

Zant moved in closer to Ghirahim. “It is… bittersweet, no? I may never have that again. Though now I have a far clearer memory of what that felt like.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

"Well I doubt he despises you, not now at least. I certainly don't. I'm glad it made you feel something so positive," he agreed, shifting a bit closer to the twili. At Zant's next words he grew a bit more somber, nodding sympathetically.

"Could always irritate Wizzro on purpose," he half-joked with a wry smile. "Though I doubt that sort of magic is very good in the long run...It was set to run through your system for a certain amount of time, so I had nothing to do with it being done so quickly." He pressed a bit closer, wrapping an arm around the twili. "Although it is...also rather nice to have my partner back," he admittes idly. He was fine watching Zant's younger self, found him endearing actually, but their interactions were obviously different. He only wished Zant could get that sense of satisfaction back.

[twili-king-zant]

“It is… nice to be your partner as well.” Zant smiled a little, curling even closer yet. A small purr started in his chest. “I do not truly wish to forget that again. I simply… enjoy not worrying about a war, no? Plus, I will never hear the end of this from that foul wizard.” Zant laughed a little at that.

“I presume you beat him to a bloody little pulp? Or, attempted. I know not that he has any blood in truth. Perhaps a magical little pulp then?”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim let out a bit of a wistful sigh. "It is nice to firget about the war every so often..." Having been in one before, he could easily say they weren't quite as glorious as they were brought up to be. Brutal to be certain. Rather exhausting. Though the thrill involved made up for it sometimes. Even if he hadn't been on the winning side last time...Perhaps this time would be different at least.

The demon did smile a bit at the question. "I was trying to keep it age appropriate when you asked, but to put it simply, Wizzro won't be bothering me for quite some time. Or even going near you for that matter." The cowardly wizard would likely be taking a bit of time to...reform his corporation. Not Ghirahim's problem.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

- @twili-king-zant

Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

@twili-king-zant

[twili-king-zant]

Zant squeaked in surprise as the other spoke, quickly turning to face him as more red creeped onto his face. Scratch his previous thought about this not being so bad, Zant was humiliated by this. Oddly enough, he didn’t know exactly why that was. “It is not as if I invited him to curse me!” He sputtered out, “He was refusing to listen to me about what our Lord had ordered us to do! It is not as if I truly desire interaction with him!”

Zant whined as he made his way back over to bed, laying back down. He flopped back down beside Ghirahim, the red never fading from his pale face. “I am… I feel I must apologize for talking much of my father yesterday. That is rather unusual for me to do.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim snorted, though kept his expression rather tempered, finding he didn't actually want to upset the other of course- He let Zant get the small rant out, rolling onto his stomach to peer down curiously at the twili. Then to narrow his eyes a bit at the apology. "Oh, hush. All that became of it is you made me want to punch the bastard a bit more. No harm actually done, and honestly you were rather adorable. Not even bratty," he huffed, remembering the endearing way Zant almost attached to him immediately.

"And anyways, if you have to interact with the pathetic excuse for a wizard again, you can always let me know. I believe he will be...more considerate of what I have to say next time we meet." And if not, Ghirahim could always beat the Hel out of him again. For one thing he absolutely didn't know why Zant was apologizing for something he couldn't control- no harm had been done. Not really. Perhaps it hadn't been a typical day, but at least it hadn't been boring.

[twili-king-zant]

“That is precisely why I seldom speak of him.” Zant sighed. “He was not… a bad man. Simply a bad father. Though, it does not matter anymore. He is just like the rest of the Shadow Beasts now. I could never identify him.”

“Um, anyway… have you spoke with… the dragon?” He asked shyly, almost afraid. He still was in near shock that he had called him by such a title. They were brothers in arms, and simply that.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim hummed in understanding. He could still not like the man for what he did to Zant...not a bad man or not, he hurt Zant and that was simply unacceptable in his book. Then again, he was known to be a touch irrational at times with certain emotions and evidently his sense of protectiveness could be included.

Ghirahim raised an eyebrow at the next question, propping his chin on a hand again. "...I have not. I still don't care overly much for him you know, I don't go out of my way to find him. He's not exactly a conversationalist either." His brows furrowed a bit as he thought for a moment. "And...perhaps I am still a touch annoyed that you got sick under his watch. You seemed happy and whole enough when you returned to me, though I couldn't exactly get the full story."

[twili-king-zant]

“Ah… it was heat stroke. Dragon d- Volga caught it early, it did no harm, nothing more than an inconvenience.” Zant’s face reddened again. He couldn’t keep calling Volga that! He would have to break this new habit quickly. “There is no reason to hold malice. I assure you that.”

Zant rolled over, trying to hide his face. He hated to admit it, but that curse… he wouldn’t mind it again. That was one of the very few happy memories he had of being so young… and it wasn’t even his real childhood.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim just blinked at him at the slip up, but didn't comment on it. "Did he not-" Ghirahim paused, then started again begrudgingly, "Well he doesn't seem the type to prefer reading overly much...I suppose he just didn't consider your race's lack of inclination towards the heat. Or at least not that it would affect you so much as it did." He could give the dragon that at least- Being part of a race of reptilian based creatures, the demon doubted the dragon would think of the heat as anything but good.

"Try not to worry so much of it," Ghirahim huffed sympathetically, dropping to plop down next to the twili. "It wasn't your fault, and I don't think anyone else even saw you in such a state. Evidently the dragon didn't mind so much as he agreed in the first place, and it isn't as if you ever talked to him much either. I don't see why we can't just go back to the way things were before."

The demon hadn't been there of course, he sssumed the dragon would tolerate children at most- For sure wouldn't harm them, but he sincerely doubted he'd care for them so much. The way things were before they hardly interacted with him, and he was...more or less fine with going back to that. He didn't think the dragon cared for them much either. Well. Certainly not for him.

[twili-king-zant]

“He seemed rather skilled in dealing with children. Perhaps not Twili children, but… I am clearly far from the first he has watched.” Zant laughed a little. “It is quite the odd contrast from his usual cold self. To think that man has the blood of thousands on his hands…”

Zant rolled back over to face Ghirahim again, a small smile on his face. “May I confess something? Yesterday… was very enjoyable.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

"Certainly a warrior...Possibly less of a brute than I initially judged," he conceded. "You did seem exceedingly pleased when I came to get you. Something about getting to see his draconic form? I can admit that's a rather clever form of entertainment, especially since I'm sure you've never seen a dragon before."

Ghirahim blinked in surprise as the other turned over again, and admitted how he felt about yesterday. The demon was a bit surprised, but not unpleased and offered a small smile back. "Well I'm glad someone got to enjoy it," he teased idly before continuing a bit more seriously. "Truthfully I was worried that you would be more upset about it than anything...I'm pleased to see that I was wrong."

[twili-king-zant]

“I am… slightly embarrassed, yes. I know not how I will feel when I see the dragon again… but at this moment I am happy.” Zant stated, “To remember what it was like… I wish to feel it again in an odd way. To live without the knowledge that I am despised.”

Zant moved in closer to Ghirahim. “It is… bittersweet, no? I may never have that again. Though now I have a far clearer memory of what that felt like.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

"Well I doubt he despises you, not now at least. I certainly don't. I'm glad it made you feel something so positive," he agreed, shifting a bit closer to the twili. At Zant's next words he grew a bit more somber, nodding sympathetically.

"Could always irritate Wizzro on purpose," he half-joked with a wry smile. "Though I doubt that sort of magic is very good in the long run...It was set to run through your system for a certain amount of time, so I had nothing to do with it being done so quickly." He pressed a bit closer, wrapping an arm around the twili. "Although it is...also rather nice to have my partner back," he admittes idly. He was fine watching Zant's younger self, found him endearing actually, but their interactions were obviously different. He only wished Zant could get that sense of satisfaction back.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

- @twili-king-zant

Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

@twili-king-zant

[twili-king-zant]

Zant squeaked in surprise as the other spoke, quickly turning to face him as more red creeped onto his face. Scratch his previous thought about this not being so bad, Zant was humiliated by this. Oddly enough, he didn’t know exactly why that was. “It is not as if I invited him to curse me!” He sputtered out, “He was refusing to listen to me about what our Lord had ordered us to do! It is not as if I truly desire interaction with him!”

Zant whined as he made his way back over to bed, laying back down. He flopped back down beside Ghirahim, the red never fading from his pale face. “I am… I feel I must apologize for talking much of my father yesterday. That is rather unusual for me to do.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim snorted, though kept his expression rather tempered, finding he didn't actually want to upset the other of course- He let Zant get the small rant out, rolling onto his stomach to peer down curiously at the twili. Then to narrow his eyes a bit at the apology. "Oh, hush. All that became of it is you made me want to punch the bastard a bit more. No harm actually done, and honestly you were rather adorable. Not even bratty," he huffed, remembering the endearing way Zant almost attached to him immediately.

"And anyways, if you have to interact with the pathetic excuse for a wizard again, you can always let me know. I believe he will be...more considerate of what I have to say next time we meet." And if not, Ghirahim could always beat the Hel out of him again. For one thing he absolutely didn't know why Zant was apologizing for something he couldn't control- no harm had been done. Not really. Perhaps it hadn't been a typical day, but at least it hadn't been boring.

[twili-king-zant]

“That is precisely why I seldom speak of him.” Zant sighed. “He was not… a bad man. Simply a bad father. Though, it does not matter anymore. He is just like the rest of the Shadow Beasts now. I could never identify him.”

“Um, anyway… have you spoke with… the dragon?” He asked shyly, almost afraid. He still was in near shock that he had called him by such a title. They were brothers in arms, and simply that.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim hummed in understanding. He could still not like the man for what he did to Zant...not a bad man or not, he hurt Zant and that was simply unacceptable in his book. Then again, he was known to be a touch irrational at times with certain emotions and evidently his sense of protectiveness could be included.

Ghirahim raised an eyebrow at the next question, propping his chin on a hand again. "...I have not. I still don't care overly much for him you know, I don't go out of my way to find him. He's not exactly a conversationalist either." His brows furrowed a bit as he thought for a moment. "And...perhaps I am still a touch annoyed that you got sick under his watch. You seemed happy and whole enough when you returned to me, though I couldn't exactly get the full story."

[twili-king-zant]

“Ah… it was heat stroke. Dragon d- Volga caught it early, it did no harm, nothing more than an inconvenience.” Zant’s face reddened again. He couldn’t keep calling Volga that! He would have to break this new habit quickly. “There is no reason to hold malice. I assure you that.”

Zant rolled over, trying to hide his face. He hated to admit it, but that curse… he wouldn’t mind it again. That was one of the very few happy memories he had of being so young… and it wasn’t even his real childhood.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim just blinked at him at the slip up, but didn't comment on it. "Did he not-" Ghirahim paused, then started again begrudgingly, "Well he doesn't seem the type to prefer reading overly much...I suppose he just didn't consider your race's lack of inclination towards the heat. Or at least not that it would affect you so much as it did." He could give the dragon that at least- Being part of a race of reptilian based creatures, the demon doubted the dragon would think of the heat as anything but good.

"Try not to worry so much of it," Ghirahim huffed sympathetically, dropping to plop down next to the twili. "It wasn't your fault, and I don't think anyone else even saw you in such a state. Evidently the dragon didn't mind so much as he agreed in the first place, and it isn't as if you ever talked to him much either. I don't see why we can't just go back to the way things were before."

The demon hadn't been there of course, he sssumed the dragon would tolerate children at most- For sure wouldn't harm them, but he sincerely doubted he'd care for them so much. The way things were before they hardly interacted with him, and he was...more or less fine with going back to that. He didn't think the dragon cared for them much either. Well. Certainly not for him.

[twili-king-zant]

“He seemed rather skilled in dealing with children. Perhaps not Twili children, but… I am clearly far from the first he has watched.” Zant laughed a little. “It is quite the odd contrast from his usual cold self. To think that man has the blood of thousands on his hands…”

Zant rolled back over to face Ghirahim again, a small smile on his face. “May I confess something? Yesterday… was very enjoyable.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

"Certainly a warrior...Possibly less of a brute than I initially judged," he conceded. "You did seem exceedingly pleased when I came to get you. Something about getting to see his draconic form? I can admit that's a rather clever form of entertainment, especially since I'm sure you've never seen a dragon before."

Ghirahim blinked in surprise as the other turned over again, and admitted how he felt about yesterday. The demon was a bit surprised, but not unpleased and offered a small smile back. "Well I'm glad someone got to enjoy it," he teased idly before continuing a bit more seriously. "Truthfully I was worried that you would be more upset about it than anything...I'm pleased to see that I was wrong."

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

- @twili-king-zant

Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

@twili-king-zant

[twili-king-zant]

Zant squeaked in surprise as the other spoke, quickly turning to face him as more red creeped onto his face. Scratch his previous thought about this not being so bad, Zant was humiliated by this. Oddly enough, he didn’t know exactly why that was. “It is not as if I invited him to curse me!” He sputtered out, “He was refusing to listen to me about what our Lord had ordered us to do! It is not as if I truly desire interaction with him!”

Zant whined as he made his way back over to bed, laying back down. He flopped back down beside Ghirahim, the red never fading from his pale face. “I am… I feel I must apologize for talking much of my father yesterday. That is rather unusual for me to do.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim snorted, though kept his expression rather tempered, finding he didn't actually want to upset the other of course- He let Zant get the small rant out, rolling onto his stomach to peer down curiously at the twili. Then to narrow his eyes a bit at the apology. "Oh, hush. All that became of it is you made me want to punch the bastard a bit more. No harm actually done, and honestly you were rather adorable. Not even bratty," he huffed, remembering the endearing way Zant almost attached to him immediately.

"And anyways, if you have to interact with the pathetic excuse for a wizard again, you can always let me know. I believe he will be...more considerate of what I have to say next time we meet." And if not, Ghirahim could always beat the Hel out of him again. For one thing he absolutely didn't know why Zant was apologizing for something he couldn't control- no harm had been done. Not really. Perhaps it hadn't been a typical day, but at least it hadn't been boring.

[twili-king-zant]

“That is precisely why I seldom speak of him.” Zant sighed. “He was not… a bad man. Simply a bad father. Though, it does not matter anymore. He is just like the rest of the Shadow Beasts now. I could never identify him.”

“Um, anyway… have you spoke with… the dragon?” He asked shyly, almost afraid. He still was in near shock that he had called him by such a title. They were brothers in arms, and simply that.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim hummed in understanding. He could still not like the man for what he did to Zant...not a bad man or not, he hurt Zant and that was simply unacceptable in his book. Then again, he was known to be a touch irrational at times with certain emotions and evidently his sense of protectiveness could be included.

Ghirahim raised an eyebrow at the next question, propping his chin on a hand again. "...I have not. I still don't care overly much for him you know, I don't go out of my way to find him. He's not exactly a conversationalist either." His brows furrowed a bit as he thought for a moment. "And...perhaps I am still a touch annoyed that you got sick under his watch. You seemed happy and whole enough when you returned to me, though I couldn't exactly get the full story."

[twili-king-zant]

“Ah… it was heat stroke. Dragon d- Volga caught it early, it did no harm, nothing more than an inconvenience.” Zant’s face reddened again. He couldn’t keep calling Volga that! He would have to break this new habit quickly. “There is no reason to hold malice. I assure you that.”

Zant rolled over, trying to hide his face. He hated to admit it, but that curse… he wouldn’t mind it again. That was one of the very few happy memories he had of being so young… and it wasn’t even his real childhood.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim just blinked at him at the slip up, but didn't comment on it. "Did he not-" Ghirahim paused, then started again begrudgingly, "Well he doesn't seem the type to prefer reading overly much...I suppose he just didn't consider your race's lack of inclination towards the heat. Or at least not that it would affect you so much as it did." He could give the dragon that at least- Being part of a race of reptilian based creatures, the demon doubted the dragon would think of the heat as anything but good.

"Try not to worry so much of it," Ghirahim huffed sympathetically, dropping to plop down next to the twili. "It wasn't your fault, and I don't think anyone else even saw you in such a state. Evidently the dragon didn't mind so much as he agreed in the first place, and it isn't as if you ever talked to him much either. I don't see why we can't just go back to the way things were before."

The demon hadn't been there of course, he sssumed the dragon would tolerate children at most- For sure wouldn't harm them, but he sincerely doubted he'd care for them so much. The way things were before they hardly interacted with him, and he was...more or less fine with going back to that. He didn't think the dragon cared for them much either. Well. Certainly not for him.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

- @twili-king-zant

Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

@twili-king-zant

[twili-king-zant]

Zant squeaked in surprise as the other spoke, quickly turning to face him as more red creeped onto his face. Scratch his previous thought about this not being so bad, Zant was humiliated by this. Oddly enough, he didn’t know exactly why that was. “It is not as if I invited him to curse me!” He sputtered out, “He was refusing to listen to me about what our Lord had ordered us to do! It is not as if I truly desire interaction with him!”

Zant whined as he made his way back over to bed, laying back down. He flopped back down beside Ghirahim, the red never fading from his pale face. “I am… I feel I must apologize for talking much of my father yesterday. That is rather unusual for me to do.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim snorted, though kept his expression rather tempered, finding he didn't actually want to upset the other of course- He let Zant get the small rant out, rolling onto his stomach to peer down curiously at the twili. Then to narrow his eyes a bit at the apology. "Oh, hush. All that became of it is you made me want to punch the bastard a bit more. No harm actually done, and honestly you were rather adorable. Not even bratty," he huffed, remembering the endearing way Zant almost attached to him immediately.

"And anyways, if you have to interact with the pathetic excuse for a wizard again, you can always let me know. I believe he will be...more considerate of what I have to say next time we meet." And if not, Ghirahim could always beat the Hel out of him again. For one thing he absolutely didn't know why Zant was apologizing for something he couldn't control- no harm had been done. Not really. Perhaps it hadn't been a typical day, but at least it hadn't been boring.

[twili-king-zant]

“That is precisely why I seldom speak of him.” Zant sighed. “He was not… a bad man. Simply a bad father. Though, it does not matter anymore. He is just like the rest of the Shadow Beasts now. I could never identify him.”

“Um, anyway… have you spoke with… the dragon?” He asked shyly, almost afraid. He still was in near shock that he had called him by such a title. They were brothers in arms, and simply that.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim hummed in understanding. He could still not like the man for what he did to Zant...not a bad man or not, he hurt Zant and that was simply unacceptable in his book. Then again, he was known to be a touch irrational at times with certain emotions and evidently his sense of protectiveness could be included.

Ghirahim raised an eyebrow at the next question, propping his chin on a hand again. "...I have not. I still don't care overly much for him you know, I don't go out of my way to find him. He's not exactly a conversationalist either." His brows furrowed a bit as he thought for a moment. "And...perhaps I am still a touch annoyed that you got sick under his watch. You seemed happy and whole enough when you returned to me, though I couldn't exactly get the full story."

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

- @twili-king-zant

Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

@twili-king-zant

[twili-king-zant]

Zant squeaked in surprise as the other spoke, quickly turning to face him as more red creeped onto his face. Scratch his previous thought about this not being so bad, Zant was humiliated by this. Oddly enough, he didn’t know exactly why that was. “It is not as if I invited him to curse me!” He sputtered out, “He was refusing to listen to me about what our Lord had ordered us to do! It is not as if I truly desire interaction with him!”

Zant whined as he made his way back over to bed, laying back down. He flopped back down beside Ghirahim, the red never fading from his pale face. “I am… I feel I must apologize for talking much of my father yesterday. That is rather unusual for me to do.”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim snorted, though kept his expression rather tempered, finding he didn't actually want to upset the other of course- He let Zant get the small rant out, rolling onto his stomach to peer down curiously at the twili. Then to narrow his eyes a bit at the apology. "Oh, hush. All that became of it is you made me want to punch the bastard a bit more. No harm actually done, and honestly you were rather adorable. Not even bratty," he huffed, remembering the endearing way Zant almost attached to him immediately.

"And anyways, if you have to interact with the pathetic excuse for a wizard again, you can always let me know. I believe he will be...more considerate of what I have to say next time we meet." And if not, Ghirahim could always beat the Hel out of him again. For one thing he absolutely didn't know why Zant was apologizing for something he couldn't control- no harm had been done. Not really. Perhaps it hadn't been a typical day, but at least it hadn't been boring.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

- @twili-king-zant

Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

@twili-king-zant

[twili-king-zant]

Today had been a bit difficult as a result of the work being dropped on them as their Master's campaign neared it's end. Final preparations to make, last minute attempts for more supplies- This was probably the first bit of free time he'd gotten in a week with all they'd been doing.

Nevertheless, he was a bit eager to find his partner and potentially trap him for a good cuddle. Not that he'd admit it aloud. So he promptly teleported to the door of their room and knocked out of courteousness because he could be polite sometimes before just stepping in.

"Zant? Are you in here?" He peered around curiously. He didn't think the twili would be anywheres else- He hadn't had as much to do, and Ghirahim wasn't feeling much like searching the entire castle for him...

//hehe child m!a again

There was a small form visible under the covers of their bed. A much smaller form than what was to be expected of the giant Twili. He was only about four feet tall, half his usual height. Of course, his robes were absolutely oversized on him now. His hair was far shorter too, in a messy semi-bowl cut. Clearly it had been done at home.

The small child clung tightly to a pillow, holding it like one might hold a large stuffed animal. He breathed slowly, sleeping.

[twili-king-zant]

Zant let out a happy, childish squeak as they teleported, which quickly dissolved into giggles. His purrs grew to a rather impressive volume for his small size. “Was fun! I like dragon dad! He… very better than other dad.”

He broke eye contact, family a sensitive subject even at this age. So young, he knew that something wasn’t quite right with it all, with his family. But he was too small to really know exactly what.

“You better than him too…”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim chuckled at the intensity of Zant's purring- He was practically vibrating with the force of it which was adorable and much more pleasing than if he would've been upset. Though his amusement diminished as the child did seem to have some traitorous thoughts...Ghirahim knew how Zant felt about his father. It was rather painful seeing how it still effected him so young- But he clearly must think highly of the knight if he was a suitable 'replacement'.

Ghirahim ran a reassuring hand down the child's back. "Well then, it's a good thing you're with me and not him now, isn't it?" He prodded carefully. "I'll take care of you until this mess is sorted out, and do what I can to help, naturally. You won't have to worry about him anymore," he reassured gently, booping his nose in a playful manner.

[twili-king-zant]

His flat nose crinkled up a little at the boop. He was a bit confused by the gesture, but giggled quietly at it. “Thank you, pretty mister.” A small smile appeared again. “Mister Ghirahim…? You said that wizard made my brain fuzzy…? Is that why I am not remembering you or dragon dad?”

Zant curled closer to Ghirahim again, seeking some feeling of safety and comfort. “I think I maybe remember something… you my best friend?”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim blinked at the little twili in surprise, but obliged the clear desire for comfort and wrapped his arms around him a touch protectively. "Well...I don't think you interacted with Volga as much...but that's why you don't remember me as well," he clarified. "It was nice that you two got along so well in spite of that," he added a moment after. He may never have cared for the dragon before, but Zant seemed ready to latch onto him readily enough, so he could truat that at least.

The demon ran his claws soothingly through Zant's hair and maybe got the slightest bit of a tightness in his chest at the innocent question- The twili really was notoroious for making him feel unusual things in any form wasn't he? Frankly he was...touched to have made such an impact that he was remembered even now. "Yes...yes, you are my best friend. I am yours," he confirmed with a small, fond smile, hugging the child a bit closer.

[twili-king-zant]

The tight hug was familiar and brought comfort to Zant. He attempted to wrap arms around the demon, but only managed to get a little less than halfway with his short limbs. Nevertheless, it was more then enough for the child. “Never had a best friend before… I like this a lot.” He confided with a hushed voice.

He laid there silently for a while, just thinking. He was trying so hard to remember more about this demon. A few small things clicked back into place, but nothing else of true substance.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

"That's good, because I don't plan on going anywhere," he assured quietly, shuffling a bit on the bed so they were in a more comfortable position. Today had been utterly brutal in just about every way, and the demon could say for once he was rather exhausted from the whole ordeal. Mentally if not physically at least.

He supposed Zant had a rather difficult day as well, though the child seemed thankfully excited for the majority of it. He didn't know when Wizzro's spell would wear off exactly, and he didn't mind watching over Zant for now, but he was a bit eager to have the other back to normal. The demon let out a huff, leaning his head back against the headboard and closing his eyes. That was a later problem. Right now he very much deserved a bit of a break.

[twili-king-zant]

Today had been a bit difficult as a result of the work being dropped on them as their Master's campaign neared it's end. Final preparations to make, last minute attempts for more supplies- This was probably the first bit of free time he'd gotten in a week with all they'd been doing.

Nevertheless, he was a bit eager to find his partner and potentially trap him for a good cuddle. Not that he'd admit it aloud. So he promptly teleported to the door of their room and knocked out of courteousness because he could be polite sometimes before just stepping in.

"Zant? Are you in here?" He peered around curiously. He didn't think the twili would be anywheres else- He hadn't had as much to do, and Ghirahim wasn't feeling much like searching the entire castle for him...

//hehe child m!a again

There was a small form visible under the covers of their bed. A much smaller form than what was to be expected of the giant Twili. He was only about four feet tall, half his usual height. Of course, his robes were absolutely oversized on him now. His hair was far shorter too, in a messy semi-bowl cut. Clearly it had been done at home.

The small child clung tightly to a pillow, holding it like one might hold a large stuffed animal. He breathed slowly, sleeping.

[twili-king-zant]

Zant let out a happy, childish squeak as they teleported, which quickly dissolved into giggles. His purrs grew to a rather impressive volume for his small size. “Was fun! I like dragon dad! He… very better than other dad.”

He broke eye contact, family a sensitive subject even at this age. So young, he knew that something wasn’t quite right with it all, with his family. But he was too small to really know exactly what.

“You better than him too…”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim chuckled at the intensity of Zant's purring- He was practically vibrating with the force of it which was adorable and much more pleasing than if he would've been upset. Though his amusement diminished as the child did seem to have some traitorous thoughts...Ghirahim knew how Zant felt about his father. It was rather painful seeing how it still effected him so young- But he clearly must think highly of the knight if he was a suitable 'replacement'.

Ghirahim ran a reassuring hand down the child's back. "Well then, it's a good thing you're with me and not him now, isn't it?" He prodded carefully. "I'll take care of you until this mess is sorted out, and do what I can to help, naturally. You won't have to worry about him anymore," he reassured gently, booping his nose in a playful manner.

[twili-king-zant]

His flat nose crinkled up a little at the boop. He was a bit confused by the gesture, but giggled quietly at it. “Thank you, pretty mister.” A small smile appeared again. “Mister Ghirahim…? You said that wizard made my brain fuzzy…? Is that why I am not remembering you or dragon dad?”

Zant curled closer to Ghirahim again, seeking some feeling of safety and comfort. “I think I maybe remember something… you my best friend?”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim blinked at the little twili in surprise, but obliged the clear desire for comfort and wrapped his arms around him a touch protectively. "Well...I don't think you interacted with Volga as much...but that's why you don't remember me as well," he clarified. "It was nice that you two got along so well in spite of that," he added a moment after. He may never have cared for the dragon before, but Zant seemed ready to latch onto him readily enough, so he could truat that at least.

The demon ran his claws soothingly through Zant's hair and maybe got the slightest bit of a tightness in his chest at the innocent question- The twili really was notoroious for making him feel unusual things in any form wasn't he? Frankly he was...touched to have made such an impact that he was remembered even now. "Yes...yes, you are my best friend. I am yours," he confirmed with a small, fond smile, hugging the child a bit closer.

[twili-king-zant]

Today had been a bit difficult as a result of the work being dropped on them as their Master's campaign neared it's end. Final preparations to make, last minute attempts for more supplies- This was probably the first bit of free time he'd gotten in a week with all they'd been doing.

Nevertheless, he was a bit eager to find his partner and potentially trap him for a good cuddle. Not that he'd admit it aloud. So he promptly teleported to the door of their room and knocked out of courteousness because he could be polite sometimes before just stepping in.

"Zant? Are you in here?" He peered around curiously. He didn't think the twili would be anywheres else- He hadn't had as much to do, and Ghirahim wasn't feeling much like searching the entire castle for him...

//hehe child m!a again

There was a small form visible under the covers of their bed. A much smaller form than what was to be expected of the giant Twili. He was only about four feet tall, half his usual height. Of course, his robes were absolutely oversized on him now. His hair was far shorter too, in a messy semi-bowl cut. Clearly it had been done at home.

The small child clung tightly to a pillow, holding it like one might hold a large stuffed animal. He breathed slowly, sleeping.

[twili-king-zant]

Zant let out a happy, childish squeak as they teleported, which quickly dissolved into giggles. His purrs grew to a rather impressive volume for his small size. “Was fun! I like dragon dad! He… very better than other dad.”

He broke eye contact, family a sensitive subject even at this age. So young, he knew that something wasn’t quite right with it all, with his family. But he was too small to really know exactly what.

“You better than him too…”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim chuckled at the intensity of Zant's purring- He was practically vibrating with the force of it which was adorable and much more pleasing than if he would've been upset. Though his amusement diminished as the child did seem to have some traitorous thoughts...Ghirahim knew how Zant felt about his father. It was rather painful seeing how it still effected him so young- But he clearly must think highly of the knight if he was a suitable 'replacement'.

Ghirahim ran a reassuring hand down the child's back. "Well then, it's a good thing you're with me and not him now, isn't it?" He prodded carefully. "I'll take care of you until this mess is sorted out, and do what I can to help, naturally. You won't have to worry about him anymore," he reassured gently, booping his nose in a playful manner.

[twili-king-zant]

Today had been a bit difficult as a result of the work being dropped on them as their Master's campaign neared it's end. Final preparations to make, last minute attempts for more supplies- This was probably the first bit of free time he'd gotten in a week with all they'd been doing.

Nevertheless, he was a bit eager to find his partner and potentially trap him for a good cuddle. Not that he'd admit it aloud. So he promptly teleported to the door of their room and knocked out of courteousness because he could be polite sometimes before just stepping in.

"Zant? Are you in here?" He peered around curiously. He didn't think the twili would be anywheres else- He hadn't had as much to do, and Ghirahim wasn't feeling much like searching the entire castle for him...

//hehe child m!a again

There was a small form visible under the covers of their bed. A much smaller form than what was to be expected of the giant Twili. He was only about four feet tall, half his usual height. Of course, his robes were absolutely oversized on him now. His hair was far shorter too, in a messy semi-bowl cut. Clearly it had been done at home.

The small child clung tightly to a pillow, holding it like one might hold a large stuffed animal. He breathed slowly, sleeping.

[twili-king-zant]

A small groan left the little Zant. He never enjoyed the process of getting up. But at the realization that getting up ment seeing the pretty demon again, he slowly forced his eyes open. “I am very better… not hot.” He replied, sleep still clinging to his voice.

With a yawn and a stretch, the small Twili made his way out of bed. He trotted over to the door, reaching up and opening it.

[guardian-of-the-eldin-caves]

Volga blinked a bit more at the child with a bit of fondness at the sleepy tone. "That is good...try to stay out of trouble," he rumbled and tried not think about the familiarity of that statement. Perhaps he would take a nap after this. A long nap. Where he didn't have to think.

Perhaps the only reason he didn't walk the child to the door was that he seemed capable enough....and he thought he might just growl at the demon for trying to take his charge back which wouldn't go over well. The protectiveness was welling up in his chest again, but he shoved it down hard and just ended up looking away.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

Ghirahim had handled that very...efficiently, he thought. He didn't get blood anywhere for one thing. And he didn't have a hair out of place. The same couldn't be said for Wizzro, though. And while he didn't get the answers he wanted, he still got an answer and that would have to be good enough. He didn't want to break anything in a frantic panic anymore, and to be honest, he was rather excited to see Zant again, even if he was much younger for the time being. The child was endearing, and Ghirahim didn't mind looking after him at all.

He was pleasantly surprised to find Zant opening the door, but he sensed Volga's presence a little farther in the room and didn't question it. Zant's magical signature was a little...off, but he couldn't place exactly why yet. "You're alright? Ready to go?" He asked first, looking him over sharply. Nice to see the child hadn't been set on fire or something while he was gone.

[twili-king-zant]

“Hello! Is… is issue solved?” Zant asked, not still not sure what the issue was in the first place. He didn’t de member any wizard hurting him… unless that sickness he got was a curse of sorts? The child couldn’t help but wonder. “I am not sick anymore! If that was issue, all is okay!”

The small child moved closer to Ghirahim, instinctively clinging to him as he purred softly. “All is the very good and okay!”

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

"It is," he reassured quickly. "I understand how to deal with his magic better now, and while it may take a bit of patience, it isn't permanent." Ghirahim offered the child a fond look, though his expression quickly went to worry, his brows furrowing a bit at the next statement. "Sick?"

After Zant moved closer, Ghirahim had enough time to look up before the door was shutting a bit forcibly in front of him. His lip curled a bit and he bit back a growl before looking over Zant a bit more carefully, settling a hand on his back. "What did that lizard do? Are you alright? I thought your energy seemed a bit off," he worried. The purring was a good sign at least, and he moved to ruffle the twili's hair affectionately.

[twili-king-zant]

“Went outside! The sky circle did not like me…” Zant pouted, “but was fun! Dragon dad brought my back inside and helped get less hot. He wanted to show me dragon form, was big!” The small child held his arms out, trying to show just how large the dragon warrior truly was. Of course, he came nowhere close to the massive size of Volga’s inhuman form.

“But, very happy to be back with the pretty demon!” Zant clung tighter to Ghirahim, purrs growing louder yet again. Even though he didn’t have any memories of Ghirahim at the moment, he knew that he cared very deeply for this man.

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

"The sun? Yes, you've never really agreed with the heat," he conceded a bit, almost sputtering at how Zant referred to the dragon knight- He had no idea what form of association happened to make the twili think that, but he supposed it couldn't have been anything bad. It wasn't like Zant's biological father was anything to celebrate. Whatever had happened, the dragon seemed to fix it at least...

"I'm happy you're back with me as well," Ghirahim finally relaxed a bit, smiling more at the twili's enthusiasm. "Come, let's go back to your room for now," he said offering his hand before teleporting them back. The demon just ended up teleporting them straight to the bed, so he just held out his hands a bit to catch the twili so he wouldn't fall.

"You sound like you had at least a bit of fun?" That's what he gleaned from his tone- Though he wasn't sure if it was just reckless child excitement or something else. His temperature was okay now so he supposed that would have to do...

[the-hero-of-ancients]

Introduction

Hello! Im Aki, the runner of this blog. I wanted to make this introductory post to set ground rules and give the basics of my oc! Im new to this business, so feel free to send me an ask about my oc or to start a roleplay!

Ground Rules

No NSFW! I am an asexual minor who is very much uncomfortable when that kind of thing comes from no where! And i dont want it anyways!

Keep cursing down in asks/responses, please! I understand and am okay with it if it matches the situation or character, but excessive cursing makes me uncomfy.

Don't be pushy or such in my inbox! I want to take this one thread at a time or else I'll get overwhelmed. And I have a life outside of Tumblr!

For roleplay

Smaller responses are fine, but they need to be more than a few sentences! And preferably, send me a dm or in your ask let me know the premise for the interaction! I do roleplay best knowing what's happening!

If you're sending a rp starter, please state somewhere that you are!

Interaction with characters not set in the general botw area is completely fine! Villains, heros, ocs, whatever.

I'm great with whump, fluff, hurt/comfort, and just silly interactions!

Character Introduction

Name: Lyss/Link

Age: 15

Race: Gerudo-Hylian

Pronouns: She, He, They (changes; genderqueer)

Ability: they're able to change their appearance to look like more masculine/feminine/androgynous (not really important for rp tho, i guess)

Key items: Sheika Slate, hero's outfit, gerudo outfit

Story line stuff

Lyss is the hero from 10,000 years before the events of Calamity. They're the hero that sealed Ganon under the Castle of Hyrule, and was there for the development of the guardians and divine beasts. However, due to a series of accidents, they accidentally threw themself into the future (to botw's time, post Calamity while Link is running around the Great Plateau). Needless to say, it was quite a culture shock to them. So they're running around Hyrule while trying to figure stuff out! Sometime they'll run into the feral child that is Wild (botw Link), but that's for later.

Appearance

They have dark, fluffy red hair that is often in a ponytail and is rather tall due to their gerudo heritage. Roughly a head taller than Wild, and has a good build. They lost Fi and the Master Sword somewhere along their travel to the future, so they have to rely on the Gerudo and Guardian swords they had on them and whatever else they can find. They also have burn scars from Malace from their fight with Ganon in their own time on the right side of their face from their eye down. They can still see.

If you'd like to roleplay or just ask questions, feel free! My asks are open and ready!

[demonic-sword-at-your-service]

//My friend's trying out the tumblr roleplay scene! Check em out if you like! ^^