LIGHTUMBRA. independent, private && selective roleplay blog for princess zelda of the legend of zelda: twilight princess. low activity. crossover friendly. adored by aria (she/her).
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LIGHTUMBRA. independent, private && selective roleplay blog for princess zelda of the legend of zelda: twilight princess. low activity. crossover friendly. adored by aria (she/her).
remade 7/19/2021.
caard.
my last post was 3 months ago....
hi all!! i promise i’m not dead i’m just, uh.
well, work was very crazy for a long while and i’ve also been dealing with a lot of insomnia as of late and both of those things have just left me. tired. genuinely so very tired, i don’t really have much energy for much of anything.
i hope to return soon? fingers crossed, i’m so sorry its been so long!!
⩩⠀♡ &. @lightumbra has joined the party ✧ . ⠀❜
* ☁ he breathes as if the air had thinned with his descent to the ground upon winged back and tightened leather saddle, lungs collapsing in their cage as if a bird stripped of its wings and mask heavy against the features of his face, there to protect his cheeks from the bite of cold wind while so high in the air and now and blockage to his function. truthfully, he supposed this should be embarrassing, his first meeting with the royals of a new kingdom discovered by riders of berk that had ventured much too far out of the way to have found their way back so easily, however he was a curious man and with curiosity came a rush to understand and an undying urge to be that of an ally in times where war was started as quickly as the raise of a sword, the gnashing of dragon teeth and venom pumping in the veins of those angered by their lack of power in a world with peace at its forefront. as well, a drop in altitude so sudden had him so winded as to feel the blunt head of his dragon pressing him forward from behind like a dog just whimpering for him to get on with his formalities and allow them to rest before they must head home and report their findings.
* ☁ and so, he pressed palms into the noir scales shoved into his lower back, pulled himself to his feet until he was firmly held against the dirt and tugged at that of the material of his mask upward into unruly and wind-stricken hair until his face – freckled and pink and horribly awkward as he slowly caught up speed with the reality of his situation – appeared before the guards of a castle seemingly long created. it was large and almost foreboding, this masterpiece of a palace with stained glass to complete its otherwise bland singular grey. it was nothing like the wooden and stone homes of berk, the simplicity of tapestry and wool and fur as decoration and hospitality. it was clear he was an outsider, spears ready to point at his throat and his voice that of a man not as confident in his plight as he had been before. “ you wouldn’t happen to have a chieftain, would you ? “ oh, gods, this was idiotic even for him.
she had seen the shadow from the window of her study -- far too large to have been a bird, cutting across the sky and seemingly looking for a place to land. it sent her bursting from her study in a rare show of excitement -- or anxiety, perhaps? it was difficult to differentiate the fluttering of her heart, but, regardless, it awoke an urgency within her, a curiosity that demanded to be sated. one delicate, gloved hand gathered the fabric of her skirts as she dashed through the corridors and down the steps, mind racing as she considered every possibility for what she had seen.
but as she approached the front of the castle, she slowed, brows furrowed as she took notice of the large number of guards crowding the door. they jostled one another and whispered amongst themselves, and through it, she caught wind of a potential intruder, one who’d arrived on a strange creature. she reached the edge of the crowd just in time to hear the question -- so awkward and uncertain that she could not help but laugh at the commotion this supposed intruder had caused.
the guards turned at the sound, parting just enough for zelda to see past them -- a person, youthful and gangly and boyish. a sigh, a hand pressed to her cheek as she pushed through the crowd of bodies to reach the front. there were hushed whispers, each man straightening his posture as she passed, but none attempted to stop her.
“i must apologize for this incredibly rude welcoming, the guards are a touch,” a pause, her hand waving aimlessly as she attempted to find the right word. “overprotective these days.”
“now, i believe you were looking for me? i am no chieftain, but i am hyrule’s current queen. i hope that is satisfactory enough.”
SORRY for the silence (more than usual, even!), i’ve been busy on my DND OC blog.
bransles:
the exalted zelda, asking him of love? well, why not? regardless of her status, she was a young woman with a heart, he should not think of her as above pondering over such matters.
unfortunately, romantic as he was, octavo lacked experience with the topic he often rambled on and sang about — little more than fantasies of yet another person who fancied themselves as a poet of sorts; it was a disappointment for all parties involved.
“ love may be too strong of a word — certainly i’ve been infatuated, ” he answered with little hesitation, “ when i was younger i believed i was in love with just about every man i saw, though. ”
of course, what reason would she have to ask him if she hadn’t been mulling it over? her curiosity made him curious.
“ pardon me for prying, but could it be that someone has caught your attention, your highness? ”
it would seem her intentions were not as carefully hidden as she’d thought. still, zelda was nothing if not a master at hiding her true feelings -- ever practiced, ever collected in her general demeanor, her expression did not change, even as her heart pounded in her chest. and yet no amount of practice, nor strength of will, would allow her to keep the heat from rising to her face. she could feel as the red that crept across her cheeks, extending to the tips of her ears, betrayed her cool exterior.
she could only hope she was a convincing enough liar that he would ignore it altogether.
“don’t be silly, octavo. i would have to meet someone for them to catch my attention, and we both know that i am far too busy for that.”
she took a long sip from her tea, thinking.
“you always seemed such a romantic to me, and yet i’ve never heard of a significant other. i suppose i was just curious as to whether your experience in love was practical, or purely poetic.”
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they might have spent the entirety of their walk in a comfortable ambience, protected from the gently falling rain by heavy cloaks, had link been able to resist his impulse to make light of their situation. unfortunately for his long - suffering wife, death itself had been unable to temper him, or curb his terrible attempts at humour.
❛ if anybody ever asks, ❜ he started, glancing aside, ❛ let’s just tell them that we met in jail, ❜
― @lightumbra. one - liner starter call ( no longer accepting. )
her eyebrow raised, eyes shifting to meet his. a moment passed as she seemed to consider this idea seriously, gaze wandering his face and his physique before she stopped in her tracks, gently tugging his hand so he might do the same. a delicate hand raised to touch his face, cupping his cheek as she looked upon him with what could only be described as pity.
“my darling,” her thumb stroked his cheekbone. “it pains me to be the one to tell you this, but there is not a soul on this earth who would believe that you have spent a single day in prison. you are too gentle a man to go around committing crimes.”
a moment passed before she quirked a small smile.
“it would be far more believable that i was the one in jail, and you were merely a guard watching over me.”
me thinking and talking about my OC and gushing about them to anyone who will listen and considering writing them: haha yeah! fuck yeah, woo!
me actually trying to write them: what the fuck. what the fuck.
i don’t remember the heat | or the smell of fuel, or being afraid | just the thrill of living through it | like letting a tiger lick my bared white throat
independent, private, selective dungeons & dragons-based player/original character. beloved by ari.
“octavo...” an idle hum, cheek resting in her hand as she ran her index finger around the end of her glass.
“forgive me if this is too personal, but have you...ever been in love?”
@bransles | ♡
like this for a short starter, perhaps. a paragraph at most; i’m struggling a lot with my multi-para replies and i feel having something short will help me better recapture zelda’s voice and help with my activity.
like this for a short starter, perhaps. a paragraph at most; i’m struggling a lot with my multi-para replies and i feel having something short will help me better recapture zelda’s voice and help with my activity.
okay well the blog exists and there is a basic about, at least, for my little t.iefling circus performer b.ard
i’m going to update and add more as i go along but it’s. there, for now.
like this for a short starter, perhaps. a paragraph at most; i’m struggling a lot with my multi-para replies and i feel having something short will help me better recapture zelda’s voice and help with my activity.
― A MERE GHOST OF ITS FORMER SELF.
hylianremnants. an independent, private & selective multi - muse blog, dedicated to the legend of zelda franchise. featuring muses from skyward sword, twilight princess, breath of the wild, spirit tracks, & more. beloved by blue. ( rules, information & muses via carrd. )
hylianremnants asked: ❛ i don't - ❜, & a pause, the slight turn of his head, as if focusing on their surroundings would give him the strength to speak his feelings aloud, ❛ i don't want you to go back to the castle so soon. ❜ he knows, of course, that it would be impossible to keep her. he knows it would be foolish to try. ❛ i miss you all the time when you're gone. ❜
the stray beams of sunlight breaking through the trees, the gentle breeze that swept through the forest any time the day threatened to get too hot, her clothes, comfortable and practical, devoid of her usual heavy gold jewelry and complicated regalia, and link at her side (the hero, her friend, perhaps something more) -- it was picturesque, cozy. the kind of life she may have imagined for herself if not for her birthright, if everything had not been decided from the moment she was born.
and she could pretend, sometimes, that it hadn’t. that there was no heavy responsibility awaiting her return, that she could remain here and bask in his presence for as long as she wished. she could shove down the dread that grew ever stronger as her inevitable departure drew ever nearer.
but it all bubbled to the surface the moment he spoke.
her stomach twisted at his tone, even as he paused and gathered his courage. she sat up and watched him, carefully, sadly. what she wouldn’t give to stay, what she wouldn’t give to be with him always, to ease the pain in both their hearts that surfaced when they were apart.
there was a moment of silence, a pause, before she leaned forward, one hand braced against the ground as the other, lacking the usual silken glove, came to rest upon his face -- her fingers delicately grazing up from his chin until her palm reached his cheek. her thumb brushed along his skin as she guided him to look at her, to meet her gaze once more.
"there is scarcely a moment when we are apart that i do not think of you," she spoke gently, the faintest hint of a smile on her face. "were i not bound by such responsibility, i would be here with you until some great force ripped me away...and were you not possessed by such wanderlust, i would keep you in the castle with me, always."
if this were a story, she would abandon her station and travel the land with him, falling ever deeper in love with each new adventure.
if this were a story, she would appoint him as her personal knight so that he might be at her side at all times, that they might enjoy each others’ company without drawing attention or suspicion from the castle, a secret romance for just the two of them.
how she wished this were a story.
she closed the distance between them, achingly slow, until her forehead came to rest lightly against his, her eyes closed. "it is difficult to be without you, but i hope you might rest easy in the knowledge that we will always see each other again. that i will take every opportunity to leave the castle and come see you... ...and that you are always welcome in the castle to see me.”