#herodestine

[hyliadestine]

[ AFTER ] our muses initiating another round the morning after their first time.

𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 , vision of morning rays coming into focus. bare body beneath sheets stretch , ridding herself of morning haze. it is only when the feeling of him against her skin reminds her of the night before. body flushes warm , cheeks staining pink. memories come flooding back , body responding with heat. the thoughts of his touch , his mouth. it's all consuming , all she can focus on. she watches him for moments , the steady rise and fall of his chest. after everything , how lucky they are. a hundred years had past. how unreal it all seems. how different it all seems. their happiness is allowed now , a new era of peace. rebuilding everything , it could wait. how selfish it seems , to pursue her own happiness in this time. but after everything , all @herodestine had given ? do they not deserve a moment of rest ? she moves to stride his hips , resting gently there on his chest. the sound of his heart beat like a lullaby. face nuzzles into the crook of his neck , gentle kisses pressed there against his skin. his name uttered , a soft whisper. she works her way up , lips pressed against his jaw. they continue their path to his ear , gently nipping at his lobe.

[lorulaen]

i would rather die on my feet than on my knees .

a smile graces her lips, chin resting in her hand and head tilting slightly to the side. of course that is something he would say. the way of heroism is not something she's unfamiliar with. she knew someone once, who thought exactly like the hero before her. but that mindset... she is sure it's long gone by now, given their circumstances. and as for hilda? death rarely crosses her mind. like most people, she does not have the luxury of thinking that way. not right now, anyway.

" of course that is something you would say. " the meeting room was empty, save for them, and the candles casting a warm hue over them. they had finally come up with a strategy to take down the darkness infested boar that was wrecking havoc in the lower villages. " somehow, i am not surprised. " she stands and stretches out her arms, she did not want to spend more time in this room than she had to. relief washed over her when he followed suit and they exited the room together. " are all heroes like you? is death always on your mind? "

[lorulaen]

quiet ... do not wake it .

“ what is that thing? ” she carefully threads behind him, trying her best to be as quiet as possible, but failing miserably. the whole meaning of being quiet and stealthy was not for her, so this small adventure of theirs was not it. she can already hear her breathing getting harder, her palms clammy and sweat already prickled her forehead. damn it! why had she been so eager to volunteer herself to hunt with him?! what was she trying to prove?

stepping on a twig that snaps unnecessarily loudly under her foot, hilda sees something move behind the trees and bushes. she stops and the hairs in the back of her neck stands, a rush going through her and she shivers slightly. “ wha— something moved over there... ” she points to the trees, her hands shaking slightly. hilda realizes link has moved further away and she quickly—but also as quietly as she can—catches up to him. her foot gets caught on a rock and she stretches out her arms, and pushing him on contact, an 'ooph!' leaves her lips as she hits her elbows on the ground.

“ i'm sorry! i didn't look where i was walking— ” she stops, and looks up, the heavy breathing was not coming from her or link, but the giant bear in front of them. scrambling to a stand, she draws her bow and arrow, heart beating so fast she's surprised it hasn't made a hole in her chest and ran away. they—no, she—had managed to wake it. “ wh—oh gods! ” she suddenly wants to cry, but she bites the inside of her cheek. “ what are we going to do? shoot it? run? both?! ”

[hyliadestine]

❛ carnal. to bite my muse during intimacy .

their shared moments in privacy have been rushed. a blur of hiked skirts , his hands pushing aside fabric and slipping into her. their relationship still a secret , though neither are very good at hiding passing glances or keeping their hands off each other. it's how they've found themselves in this situation , her pressed against cold stone of corridor wall. link nearly just arriving , visit from ordan. meeting with ambassadors couldn't end soon enough. thoughts had been consumed by @herodestine , even before someone brought word of his arrival. she's a mess of flushed skin and brunette strands out of place now. a whimper plays on her lips , feeling his hands trace along her thighs. it's teasing , he's playing a game with her. her heart races , knowing how quick they could be found if anyone were to come looking for them. but as quickly as those arrive , they disappear with the sinking of canines into her neck. fingers brush through the ends of his dark strands , pulling tight. his name uttered by her like a sacred prayer. it's been far too long , and she's already falling apart. once she might have cared about the marks left behind , but there was something in the thought of knowing it marked her as his. she wore it like a badge of honor , making only minimal attempts to cover it up with fabric or jewelry.

❛ my room . . . ❜ the two words come in a hushed tone , but zelda knows they're never going to make it that far. not with his fingers so dangerously close to where she needs them the most. and she's not sure she wants to make it that far , the desire for him outgrowing any sense of decency or fear of being caught.

[hyliadestine]

i'm not of royal blood , and so they'll never let us be together.

𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝. she had thought it was the right thing. to send him back , to allow him a childhood that was not robbed by the burden of being a hero. but , it could have been the wrong choice. the one that was never hers to make. and if she had , would he have stayed ? would they be allowed to be together ? would they be married , instead of impending wedding to a man she does not love. at least , not in the way she loves @herodestine. what is there to say that will counter his words ? there is only but a heavy sigh that leaves her. because she knows it is true. in this life , he is no hero. just a boy from the forest. they would never allow it to be. no matter how much she fought , no matter how much she argued. in order for hyrule to flourish , it had to be someone with their own noble status. someone who could provide aid. it would never be him. a hand reaches out to his , interlacing their fingers together tightly. as if she's scared to let go , as if it will be the last time. ❛ please. ❜ she begs of him , bright blue hues pleading. she is selfish , she is cruel. how she longs for a life where she is allowed to have him. how zelda clings to hope that there is a way. she draws closer to him , only the pair here in the garden. zelda cares not if they're caught , part of her wishes they would be. to have this end , to no longer have to hide. she presses her lips to his , soft but greedy. as she wants every part of him , everything he'll allow her take. she is a horrid person , giving hope to something that will never be.

[hyliadestine]

they're all afraid of me.

𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 , brushing fingers through locks of hair. a rare moment of quiet , allowed to her and @herodestine alone. his head rest in her lap , both set upon ground near lake. it had became their escape , the one place where they could go without the burdens either of them shared. there's a soft hum upon her lips. a soft lullaby , the only memory she held so tightly of her mother. it is only when his words reach , does zelda grow quiet. he is in a place , that rests between man and beast. changed. she had not gone blind to the glances he received among those of the castle. the space that was kept from him. what little peace or comfort could she offer him from such a thing ? her hand stays gentle in his hair , the other coming to trace the features of his face. starting from forehead , to nose , mouth and chin. there is a serene smile that falls upon her own features , a shake of her head to rid his worries. ❛ to me , my love ? you are no different. you are human , still so gentle and kind. ❜ she spoke the words so easy , because she knew him. their relationship had started out of necessity , such a heavy burden to be placed upon but a farm boy. after everything , saving the kingdom and herself ? how could he not be anything but a hero ? the same hand that traced his features , comes to rest over his heart. the steady beat beneath her touch. ❛ this , divides you from the beast you fear you are. ❜