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" What's got you more stressed than usual, then? Rock in your shoe? "

[sapientiiae]

@herosway

Today had been one of the longer days dealing in court affairs, leaving the princess little time to focus on paperwork. She had documents to review and books and ledgers to reference, but doing so from the comfort of her office would not work — Sheik had already found her working into the early morning hours twice this week. She didn’t want to subject herself to whatever scolding would await if he found light flickering from the window or beneath her office door a third time.

With haste she had collected all the materials she would need before slipping from her office, doing her best to both juggle the tomes and properly shut the heavy wooden door behind her. Just when she thought she’d successfully accomplished it, the princess spins too quickly on the ball of her foot, colliding into a body and sending the needed volumes scattering across the floor.

As if dropping everything she needed to complete the day’s work and having to round it all up hadn’t been bad enough, all color drained from her face as sapphire eyes lock on ones of rich green.

“Lieutenant Marras—“ 

She practically chokes on the name as she peers up at the older male. Their paths hadn’t crossed since that day in her office (or perhaps he had made it a point to avoid her ever since).

This should be fun.

[sapientiiae]

@herosway asked: “Did he touch you? Did you enjoy the way he held you across the room?”

She should refrain and she knows that. She should really bite her tongue and choose her words carefully before even thinking about letting a single word fall from her lips. But this was a side of Impa she’s never seen before, and she couldn’t help but to want to tease her a bit.

A hum as she turns to look at Impa, eyes narrowed in observation as she rakes her gaze over the Sheikah — slowly, taking every bit of her time. “Of course he touched me. Touching is required to dance with someone, is it not?” There was a glint of amusement in her eyes, lips tugging into a minxish smirk as she sauntered over to the taller woman, if only by a couple inches. Hips swayed as she moved, her eyes never once leaving the other woman, even when Zelda stood only six inches away.

“I am not sure why that last question would really matter,” she shrugged, tilting her head so she may bat her long lashes up at the Sheikah. “But I am more interested in this,” she purred, the corner of her mouth twitching up in amusement for a fraction of a second before she regained composure of her expression. “If I did not know better, I would think I was detecting a hint of jealousy from you,” she observed, a challenging look on her face. She was waiting for Impa to try and tell her she was wrong.

“If I am incorrect, why the sudden interest in my dance?”

[lunarisdeus]

@herosway

❛  no matter what i do, it's never enough.  ❜

Once more, those familiar emotions surfaced through their bond and took hold. Fora hesitated numbly for a few moments, silently processing what lingered painfully. That all encompassing self-doubt and sense of inadequacy-such things might as well be akin to companions to both of them. Bunch of shit company, they were.

Restlessness coiled in Fora's chest, Link was being openly vulnerable. It made him... uncomfortable. Only for the fact he didn't want anyone else to see Link in any state that could be used against either of them, but he didn't expect Link to remain shutdown.

" Link, " his touch against the Hero's shoulder is gentle, as are the words he delivers, " Everything you can do is enough, " it would have to be enough, You're a good man, you've already sacrificed yourself a dozen times over. No one can fix everything. "

[lunarisdeus]

@herosway

Link wanted to talk. However, talking with Fora never seems to go the way that he wants it to. Either they get angry at each other or one of them storms off. Which wasn’t going to do what he wants it to do. So, and it might be weird, Link came up with a plan. One he kept carefully tucked away from Fora figuring it out. He waited, until late at night, when Fora was settled down for the evening and they had finished dinner. He even ate enough that the other would be entirely unconcerned with Link or his survival habits.

Then, when he was entirely unsuspecting, Link made his way over toward Fora and unashamedly, sat himself right in Fora’s lap. Thick thighs straddled the other and Link easily wrapped his arms around Fora’s neck, holding onto him as he got as comfortable as possible on top of him. He slid his fingers into the back of Fora's long hair and started playing with the white strands."I want to talk, but you don't like talking so we're going to play a game. I'm going to talk and you're going to do whatever you want. We'll see who distracts who first." A rather cocky smile crosses his face. "You want to play?"

Nothing at all that day had remotely hinted at this..

He really wasn’t paying much attention as Link moved around, sort of assuming he was going to find something to stay busy. They both knew he didn’t sleep well. Although once he noticed Link was essentially making a beeline for him, he looked distinctly worried, “ What’s wrong? “ he was going to check behind him, truly expecting Link to walk past him. Wholly unprepared to then feel the other’s weight, Fora’s hands immediately found their home on Link’s hips. Leaning back a bit– unsure what this was, why the sudden interest? At Link’s hands finding the nape of his neck and hair, he relaxed almost instinctively.

Listening, he concluded this was a very strange game… but, “ Whatever I want, hm? “ there were many, many things he wanted to do, but he also reminded himself that he should be gentle. He felt that was more than manageable, as they were going to be talking. Responding with his classic haughty smile, “ Sure, I’ll play. Don’t expect me to lose, though, “ a largely teasing remark, “ Any honest rules though? “

[lunarisdeus]

@herosway

❛  i don't even know who i am anymore. i've lost myself in trying to please everyone else.  ❜

Seems like Link was contemplative tonight.. it wasn't very often he was verbal about it. Fora already laid on woven mat he'd placed down, to keep himself a little off the cold ground. He badly wanted Link next to him, or on him, in some way but he was doubtful it would happen. He'd probably wander away again at some point in the middle of the night, Fora probably wouldn't sleep. Things were still rocky, he knew.

Deciding to take a chance, he replied, " Not too dissimilar to how I felt as a younger god, though I was far more violate about what happened with me, " he sighed, closing his eyes, " Don't take this question as me trying to be an asshole, because I don't like this question myself but... Did you ever really know who you were? "

" Identity isn't exactly an easy thing, right? I know what the children on the moon said to you, I know what transformation masks do to people. You had a lot of mental fortitude, especially during that era after Ganondorf.. "

" Even if you didn't know who you were then and don't really know now- it doesn't mean you can't learn who you are, " at least mortals had that ability, they could reinvent themselves honestly, " Ever thought about what knowing who you are includes? Just a feeling of being complete or actually just knowing things about yourself? Or something more... "

[sapientiiae]

@herosway asked: [MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still. (HW Impa + reverse)

A special ceremony was to take place tonight, celebrating the turn of a new year. The past week had been spent praying to Hyrule’s deities — Hylia, the Golden Goddesses, and even the lesser Gods and Goddesses known to Hyrule. They thanked the deities for the blessings they were granted over the course of the last year and prayed for peace and good fortune for the year to come.

While some created temporary alters in their homes, others travelled to the Temple of the Sacred Sword to beseech the favor of the Goddesses and Gods from the grounds of the sacred temple. Lanterns were placed around the outside of the temple to provide a source of light for those that wished to pay their respects and pray in person. And the petitions offered were unlimited — the citizens of Hyrule prayed for a bountiful harvest and rain, the health of loved ones, safe travels for friends, merchants, and mercenaries alike, luck, and any other request that sat heavy on their hearts. 

In the final night of thanks and invocation, some would bring offerings or gather in small circles for group prayer. It was a time of year where the people of Hyrule were brought together, and the ceremony would close with a small speech and prayer from Zelda herself (it was tradition for the descendants of Hylia to bring the gathering to a close). 

The royal was taken by surprise when Impa had arrived at her bedchamber, requesting that she help her prepare for the ceremony. Though stunned at first, Zelda was more than delighted to assist, knowing it was rare that Impa made requests such as this.

The golden designs that Zelda painted were similar to the traditional ceremonial makeup and markings that she herself dawned, though the princess had sought to compliment the Sheikah’s features — her upturned eyes, perfectly sculpted nose, and heavy lower lip. Of course, this would be a lot easier if Impa would stop fidgeting. For a woman that could stand still as a statue at attention for hours, it seemed remaining still for Zelda to finish her makeup was a challenge. 

Reaching up with her left hand, the crook at Zelda’s thumb nestled perfectly against Impa’s chin, her thumb curving along the woman’s jaw while her pinky anchored her hand at the other side and her three remaining fingers cupped her face. “Impa, please sit still. If you continue to move, you will mess up the design, and I will have to start over. Try to relax and let me do my work.” 

[sapientiiae]

@herosway asked: (bath): receiver is taking a bath and the sender appears in the room, taking in the suggestive view. (HW Impa) royal romance and spice

The latest deployment of new recruits had arrived at the palace, and the first day of training always proved to be the longest and most tiring. Impa, as General of the Hyrulean Forces, was the the one responsible for creating the day’s schedule and curriculum, overseeing the cadets, and leading the bulk of the training. 

Given everything they had faced, including an attack during Link’s first day of training, it came as no surprise that Zelda had wanted to observe. She’d needed to experience the cadets’ skillsets firsthand, see what exactly it was they were capable of — the future of Hyrule would one day day reside in their hands, at least partially. And though she trusted Impa’s judgment more than her own, she’d feel not even an ounce of relief until she confirmed for herself the trainees possessed at least some level of competence with a blade.

Between rising earlier than usual to get a workout in so she’d have time to observe the recruits, jumping in to assist where needed, and several rounds of sparring with the Hylian Captains to finish out her own training for the day, Zelda was exhausted. Every fiber in her body had ached, the muscles in her calves having cramped several times just during the flights of stairs up to her bedchamber. 

A long soak was exactly what she’d needed, all too eager to disappear into the solitude of the bath the maids had drawn for her.

The tendrils of steam that plumed from the heated water had been as inviting as the scent of rosemary and bergamot that wafted through the air, beckoning to Hyrule’s princess. She’d given no hesitation before she disrobed, a sigh of content escaping rose-hued lips as she stepped into the bath before sinking into the water.

The tub was large enough that she’d been able to settle in comfortably, her buttery blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and breasts to float atop the surface as she reclined her head back. Goddesses, someone might have to come and pry her from this tub, as she had no desire to leave. She’d remain there until every trace of warmth had faded from the water if given the chance.

As if cued by her thoughts, Zelda heard the door to the bathroom open, forcing the royal to sit upright as she silently cursed whoever dared to disturb her. Surely no matter would be pressing enough to lead one of the maid’s to interrupt her when she’d just started to unwind. 

Casting a look over her shoulder, she was surprised to find her assumption had been entirely wrong. Rather than one of the chambermaids arriving to summon her, her azure stare instead landed on Impa, and the Sheikah looked completely unabashed as she took in the sight before her. Rather than averting her gaze to lend the princess some privacy, Zelda instead found the general leaned back against the counter, her toned arms folded across her chest as she brazenly beheld the woman before her — her spine that poked through the long tendrils of hair that ran down her back, the damp ends slowly becoming saturated as they floated at the water’s surface, the curve of the side of her breast, and the way her stormy eyes all but devoured the warrior. 

When Impa offered no words of explanation as to why she’d come, the maiden made no attempt at suppressing her scoff as she turned away, relaxing back into the water once more as her wet hair curtained across the swell of her chest. 

“If you have the nerve to stare so openly, the least you could do is undress and join me.”