Dink: [Name], looks like you've been left behind by your so-called friends, huh?
[Name]: Oh, no, I'm certain they're doing their best to find me.
Dink: Well, it must be so upsetting to know how weak and helpless they think you are.
[Name]: Not at all. I am weak and helpless and I appreciate their understanding.
Dink: Yes, well- surely it burns you up- I mean- that they're always pointing out your flaws, right?
[Name]: Not really. In fact, I think I'm awfully lucky to have friends who want me to be the best I can be.
Dink: *picks [Name] up and throws them into another portal* Oh for goodness sake! You've been kind for far too long, my dear! Time to be cruel! ARRIVEDERCI!
rereading your posts, and id LOVE to hear your thoughts about human curiousity vs hylian curiousity. like imagine guide eating smth chain specifically went "do NOT eat this" and theyre like "oo chocolate" and devoured that shit whole. meanwhile chain are like 😨 because maybe its poisonous yk (im dragging this example out my ass bcs idk if chocolate exists in loz or not)
I wanna say i did smth like this awhile back, but idk and im too lazy and tired to even try and find that one,
also idk if the games support hylians having diff curiosity than humans, like i rlly wnat there to be, but wild/wind/maybe even time's games are giving us a run for our money, i believe
so talking out my ass here too anon lol - i kinda got the impression from a few games that while hylian curiosity may be notorious among most other species on their planet, it isn't as Extreme as humans
like theyre the big fish of their pond for doing crazy shit, but humans are the Kings of Crazy Shit, rulers of the kingdom of Dumb Shit, on the planet of Fuck Around and Find Out type shit
whats that meme of aslan from narnia wait let me find it
ok found it, yeah Humans ^^^ @ hylians
for example, im thinking if a hylian hikes up a semi-dangerous hiking trail up a mountain, most of their planet races are like "goddess wtf is wrong with these tiny hylians" (who mind you, the hylians are typically kinda prepared for their curiosity, for this example, theyd have like food, clothes, a hiking stick, an emergency flare/tent etc.)
but a human would come flying by the well-prepared "crazy" hylian hiking up this trail on a mountain bike, with only their keys/wallet strapped to their body somewhere and maybe, MAYBE a water bottle on the bike as they just yell "ON YOUR LEFT HOMIE!"
humans got the music blasting on the speaker, theyre like standing on teh bike too, maybe theyre scream/singing along to the music if they the real annoying type, probably actually a Red Bull to go with the water tbh, prob holding it while theyre holding on the handles, and they do like two laps on this dangerous hiking trail by the time the sensible hylian has even reached the top once💀
if anyone knows what i mean by the "theres a sports team, then there's Red Bull" like how Red Bull is known for making extreme challenges or sports or getting maybe guiness world records? for the crazy shit theyll hire people to do
hylian = basic sports team/company, wow already going pro damn
humans = whatever the fuck team Red Bull is doing, idk backflipping off Niagara Falls into a trampoline just to see if they could or smth
and i think thatd be pretty funny pretty constantly to see the Links react in real time to that lol
you dont even realize how different the curiosity boundaries are until you see it side by side, and like ivve said in other posts, i think the Chain officially counts as outliers already amongst hylians, in most everything lmao
i.e. most hylians drop food, "damn what a waste",
Links = "ok it wasn't like a soup or something and it fell on the table, I'm eating it"
You, their beloved but violently Human Guide irl now = "5 second rule, its not in a puddle or a pile of shit, blow it off and eat it like a man"
the Chain = 🤏close to scream laughing at you pulling ts in a restaurant
every other hylian in that restaurant =
5 stages of grief fr seeing you drop that apple on the floor, rub it off on your shirt, and chomp right into it LMAO
ok but the Links would become desensitized so quick after being arounf ur human self in person, like they still get caught off guard and pull that bratz reaction meme like above sometimes lol - but for the most part theyre not shocked about the "usual" curiosity you have
like, one time you asked Rulie if he could cast one spell on one hand and another similar one on the other, or if he could cast with his feet, or ears?? ...well, has he tried?
meanwhile the travaler makes eye contact with the vet and they just share this stunned look of understanding like "if he had magic, he would be trying that for himself right tf now, wouldnt he?"
i mean, while Wild was interested in experimenting with the slate, for sure, especially post-update (Totk), but YOU were to blame for the batshit crazy ideas he actually unfortunately brought into existence
(what! you are very persuasive!! and ur his guide, of course hes gonna listen to you, dont look at him like that Wars!!!)
you saw exactly 1 meme of someone making a flying cart in ttok and ever since you'd been on a roll of making the most heinous creations Wild's hyrule had ever seen
he's actually holding You back half the time, (goddess help them all if u have ADHD or something, esp if you were medicated before and are now Not bc of being in a diff world lmfao)
you once recreated giant bowling ball pins just to try and knock a stone talus downhill and alll bc you were just 'curious' to "see if i can get the biggest strike in all of hyrule, duh"
i have this habit of tilting my head a little if I'm confused or curious about something, and i like to think that any sort of habit the heroes visually see you do that they start to assoicate with u getting Ideas, ther's like a literal formation they get into lol, Wars secretly gathered them together early on to plan for it lmao
btw if ur curious (unintentional ironic joke), the formation/" Our Guide gets Curious" Protocol is like them all checking the nearest exits if any, making a loose circle around you, the nearest hylian hero tagging along with you as a Human Guide Minder, keeping an eye on any open flame or pyrotechnics in the area etc LMAO
lowkey lookin like medieval fantasy bodyguards but its those clips of kpop idols running around as their bodyguards desperately try to keep up and herd them away from mischief lol
never forget the faces all the Links made when they passed thru Wild's hyrule and saw some of you "creations"
Wind: "you mean cruel and unusual monstrosities"
meanwhile theres a flying green ship that looks suspicously liek the Black Pearl from Pirates of teh Caribbean flying in the distance, unmanned bc "well i didnt think about there not being an water, and also i forgot an anchor, so you just kinda have to run until you catch it, but dont worry, im in the middle of seeing if I cant turn this old stable no-ones using into a functional horse so we can ride and catch up with it👍"
when asked by a slightly nervous yet deadpan looking Twilight why you made the ship in teh first place, they dont even know what else they were expecting when you answer "i was curious if the slate could help me recreate the Black Pearl and if it the physics of this world would let me make it a literal ghost ship, like flying thru the air and stuff, yknow?"
no, they dont know.
but hey at least they find it infinitely funnier watching other hylians/races see ur shenanigans,
You, after getting the Triforce and turning some of the triangle upside down for the fuck of it: "hmm, how should I put this, I was just... goofing around?"
Everyone else: "... you built a whole time bomb just to goof?"
/ref
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i almost didnt add bullet points so ur welcome
for the girlies who like bullet points, i mean this was definitely a bullet point type rant but still
ok im tired ill leave this insane way too long ramble here good night
Traiblazer!Reader when Wind asked about the breavest people they have meet during their travels.
Traiblazer!Reader remembering Amphoreus and the Flame Chase journey and tried telling Wind about it. They ended up crying until they passed out. After that the group implemented a rule that unless Reader is the one that talk's about their travells.
(In general they dont know a lot cause either Reader starts crying or cursing people out, but Amphoreus is in general territory they never talk about)
Honestly, it would be funny for the chain to meet adult wind and just not know it's him. This because it's the buffiest and tallest guy to ever guy. It's just not how adult links work. If they're lucky they're average height with a lean body with some muscle. They take him on as their personal grandpa and adult wind is absolutely loving the hell out of it. Also loves to tease them when telling stories and then suddenly, one just sounds too similar to wind's and they're just like ??????
Only the older members of the group were awake. For a while, you contemplated feigning sleep, but you couldn’t shake the relentless in your bones. Even in a different world, you couldn’t stop rising and starting your day with the sun. Regretfully, you climb out of your warm bed roll and face the chain of Links.
“You’re up early,” Warriors comments, holding a mug full of dark brown liquid.
You squint suspiciously at the mug. Did they have coffee here? Everything in Hyrule so far reminds you of medieval England. You don’t even know when Europe or America started drinking coffee. “I always wake up around sunrise.”
“A good habit to have,” Warriors says, tipping his drink at you. “Especially in someone so young.”
“It’s not my choice. It’s called having a father who’s the sun and wants his children to watch him pull the sun across the sky.”
Time smiles briefly. “A good habit to have here,” he amends. “It takes forever to rouse some of our heroes.”
“Sky,” Twilight says pointedly. He looks over at you with a mischievous grin. “It takes nothing short of a miracle to wake that boy. If you wanna keep all your limbs attached, stay away from him until lunch.”
Oh great, you think to yourself. He’s one of those kind of people. Although most of your siblings get up at sunrise every morning, there’s always one or two that will stubbornly sleep the day away if allowed. Being the oldest and the cabin leader, the duty to wake them was always passed to you. “The morning sacrifice,” Will would jokingly call you.
You have to blink away the wetness starting to gather in your eyes. The cool, morning air quickly dries them out. You sit down over by Twilight, which is also over by Wild, who is stoking a fire. “Do you need any help?”
Wild perks up. “If you want to help. I’m about to start breakfast. Do you know how to cook omelets?”
“I know how to cook eggs,” you say, because how different are scrambled eggs and omelets?
Wild pulls an iPad-looking object off of a strap wrapped around his hips. He taps on it and scrolls, presumably on, a screen. The edges of the tablet glow blue and multiple items scatter to the ground. Wild heaves up a frying pan over the flames, then hands you a bowl. “You can crack the eggs.”
He gives you a comically large pile of eggs. In that moment, looking at the eggs, you finally understand every single elementary school math problem. You dutifully get to work. After cracking the fifth egg into the bowl, it gets tediously boring.
“Do you cook often?” Wild asks, saving you from your mind-numbing task. He’s cutting up several mushrooms and vegetables.
“Not really,” you say, watching an egg white slowly drip into the bowl. “At Camp, most of our food is served by the dryads, nature spirits. If we get special permission, we can learn how to cook in the kitchens, but no one really does that.” You’ve only gone to the dryads a few times for cooking lessons only at the insistence of your mother. Ever since you got accepted into college, she’s become more and more insistent on being present in your life and you becoming a ‘proper’ adult.
“Oh.” For a moment, Wild almost seems disappointed. “I do most of the cooking, since no one here knows how to.” After seeing his friend’s playfully offended face, he adds, “Twilight helps me sometimes.”
“Hey,” Warriors defends with no real bite. “I was too busy on my journey to learn anything as domestic as cooking.”
Wild blows a raspberry. “I was busy too, you have no excuse.”
“What’s your excuse, old man?” Warriors ask, a clear attempt to get the attention off of him.
A soft smile crosses Time’s face as he looks down at his mug. “I have a lovely wife that cooks for me.”
“Is there a stream nearby I can wash up in?” you ask after cracking your final egg. You hold your sticky hands away from you. “And some soap I can use too?”
Twilight jumps up the same moment Warriors says “I’ll show you.” The two seem to have some sort of stare-down.
“Why do you need soap?” Wild asks innocently.
Your mouth falls open. “Raw eggs have bacteria…and you’re supposed to wash it off afterward…” Your voice goes uncomfortably high. “Do you- do you wash your hands often?”
“You don’t want the answer to that,” Warriors says gently. He goes over to his bedroll and rummages around in his bag until he pulls out a small, wrapped item.
You stare down at your hands with horror.
“Come on.” Warriors wraps an arm loosely around your shoulders, guiding you away from the camp. “It’ll be nice to finally have another person who enjoys using soap around here.”
You let out a little whimper.
Warriors takes you to a stream just a little ways past camp. He gives you a round bar of lemon-smelling soap. There’s little flecks of green leaves in the yellow soap that almost smell of mint. After dunking your soapy hands into the cool water and drying them on your tunic, Warriors washes his hands as well.
Most of the camp is awake by the time you two return. Wild is cooking the eggs while Twilight sets up plates and utensils. Hyrule peers over Wild’s shoulders, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he watches his breakfast get made. Wind is poking an annoyed Four awake. Time is pouring Legend a drink, and Sky is still sleeping.
You accept your breakfast plate with a quiet thanks, the knowledge that Wild probably doesn’t wash his hands often weighing heavily on your mind. You walk over to the fire and cut off a piece of your omelet. You toss the food into the fire.
“Do you hate my cooking that much?” Wild asks, crestfallenen. You don’t like the way Twilight is looking at you and Legend is now holding a knife.
You look between Wild and your plate, eyebrows knitted and your brain slowly trying to puzzle out why you made him upset. “Oh! No! No! It’s not like that! It’s, um, like a demi-god thing? We sacrifice part of our meals to the gods to appease them. They, um, like the smell of it, I think.”
“Oh? Really?” Wild tilts his head. One of his long, pointed ears twitches slightly.“What does it smell like?”
“I’m not sure,” you confess. “But it’s a lot better than sacrificing animals.”
“You sacrifice animals?” Twilight asks quietly, looking down into his lap.
“No!” You take a seat on the ground by the fire. Your plate rests on your knee, giving your hands the mobility to flutter around in the air as you explain. “The Ancient Greeks used to, but even then it was only in times of war and festivities, I think. Cattle and goats were sacred and too precious to sacrifice every day.”
“You sacrifice goats?” Wild places a comforting hand on an extremely distraught Twilight’s shoulder.
You clench your hands into claws in the air. “I’ve never sacrificed an animal before! I just sacrifice my food!”
“I have,” Wind speaks up, grinning manically. “I’ve thrown pigs into the ocean.”
You try to bite down a grin, but fail miserably. You love younger teenagers so much, they’re just filled with goblin energy due to their developing frontal lobe. “Who were you trying to appease?”
Wind’s grin turns downright vicious, like a monster about to sink its teeth into its prey. “Me.”
“Hell yeah, love that for you little man,” you genuinely say with a smile. You hold up a hand, palm facing out.
Wind stares at your hand.
“It’s a high five,” you explain. “We smack our hands together.” Wind stares at his palm for a brief moment before connecting it with yours softly. “Harder! Slap it like you mean it!”
Wind pulls his palm back, then slaps it against yours with a loud crack. Your palm stings from the contact, but the boy’s wide eyes and amazed grin makes up for it. “I like that.”
“It’s called a high-five,” you explain.
“You better not do that to me,” Legend says. His breakfast plate is balanced on one knee. One hand holds a fork, the other is still holding a knife that he doesn’t need.
You roll your eyes upward. Olympus give you the patience to deal with this clown today. “I won’t, you don’t deserve a high-five.”
“They’re only given to the worthy?” Warriors questions.
“I give them to people I like.”
Legend scoffs loudly at that. You smile smugly at him. He angrily holds your gaze for a few seconds before ducking his head down. Breakfast passes quietly. Right when the sky turned a clear blue for the day, Time called for everyone to pack up camp. Wild gave a freshly awakened Sky something to eat, then proceed to help the others pack their bags. It didn’t take you that long at all to pack up. You just rolled up your bedroll and tied it to your bookbag.
“Are you going to put pants on?” you ask Legend genuinely concerned that the boy was going without pants. His red tunic was long enough to be modest, but didn’t his legs any protection from the elements or even monsters.
Legend’s eyes go wide with rage. If you were a lesser person, you would probably be cowering on the ground with all the hatred in his gaze. “No,” he grounds out, and pointedly walks to the other side of camp.
“He doesn’t wear pants?” you whisper bewilderedly to yourself. One part of you gets it, pants are kinda annoying to put on, especially on young, hyperactive demi-gods that refuse to put them on themselves. The other part of you, the side that grew up surrounded by healers and medics is appalled. The number of injuries that could happen to legs while traveling, snake bites, cuts from sharp branches, and poison ivy.
Wind slides up beside you. “Nope! The veteran doesn’t like pants!”
“He’s going to get a rash or some sort of infection,” you mumble.
“Right?!” Hyrule agrees from his spot nearby. “I keep telling him that pants offer more protection but he refuses to listen.”
“Quit talking about me!” Legend yells from across the camp.
“Put some pants on!” you yell back.
Time looks at you albeit sternly, like a librarian about to tell you to be quiet. “That’s enough. We’re going to fill up our waterskins and then continue towards Castle Town.”
Twilight herds the group to the stream you washed your hands in earlier. You spent a moment to yourself internally screaming at the sight of the boys filling up their waterskins with stream water. The number of germs, diseases, and bacteria that could be in that water made you shudder. But, it was a flowing stream and there certainly seemed to be a lot less pollutants in this world. Hesitantly, you filled up the insulated water bottle that was stored away in your backpack.
Your journey continued on. Four walked beside you towards the back just like yesterday. Ten minutes into walking, you looked over to discover your walking buddy had changed. Wind smiles at you, his sea green eyes curling up as he did so. If his eyes were a little more blue, he would look exactly like one of your siblings. The thought makes your heart ache, both for the home and family you’re missing and that this child was forced to become a hero.
“Do you have any stories about the sea?” Wind asks, cutting straight to the chase.
“You mean like Greek myths?” You receive a nod in confirmation. “Yeah, Greece is partly comprised of a lot of islands, so the sea was pretty important to the Ancient Greeks. Poseidon is god of the sea. There’s a few other sea gods I think, but they’re not as powerful or as important as Poseidon.”
“Is he strong? What’s he like? Have you met him?” Wind questions rapidly, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.
You suck in a breath. Sure, Poseidon wasn’t the worst god out there, no one could be as bad as his brother Zeus, but he still had his moments, a lot of bad moments. You can’t say much for his parenting either. Being a terrible parent is a requirement to be a Greek deity. “Um…he’s not the best person in the world, let’s just say that.”
Wind frowns. His mouth looks like a squiggly line. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Do you have any sea stories?” you hurriedly ask, redirecting the conversation.
“I have lots of them! It comes with being one of the best sailors on the Great Sea,” Wind proudly announces, puffing his chest out like a bird.
“Oh?” You smile down at the young teen. “Wanna share?”
“It began on a dark, stormy night…”
A collective groan throughout the group interrupted Wind’s storytelling. “Not this again.”
“Don’t you have any other stories?”
“Sailor, all your stories are the same.”
Wind crosses his arms and sticks his tongue out. “My stories are not the same! You guys just have no appreciation for the fine art of storytelling.”
“We could talk about something else,” you suggest, wanting to appease the boy.
“Like what?” Wind looks up at you with eyes narrowed in suspicion.
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at his expressions. “We could play twenty questions if you want, to get to know each other better since we’re gonna be travelling together.”
Wind thinks about this for a moment. Finally, he nods. “Okay, you start.”
“Do you have any siblings?” A solid, safe question…hopefully.
“I have a younger sister.” Wind smiles softly downward. “Her name is Aryll!”
“That’s a beautiful name,” you say honestly.
“It is! It’s perfect for her.” The blond boy looks up at you. “Do you have any siblings?”
You grin to yourself. The few times you left camp and someone asked you this question, you loved watching their reaction when you answered. But now, the question causes your heart to clench. You never got to say goodbye properly. You don’t know when you’re gonna see them again. “I have six younger siblings.”
“There’s no way!” Wind accuses. “Six?!”
“I told you, the gods and goddesses like to come down from Olympus and have children.”
From up ahead, Twilight laughs as he looks over his shoulder. “That must have been a full house growing up!”
“Oh, we only share a father. Some of us were raised by our separate mothers or family members, but it does make for a full cabin at camp!” you say. “The Apollo Cabin has the second most campers.” The Hermes Cabin currently holds the title of having the most demi-gods, but three years ago you guys had the same amount of (claimed) campers.
Wind tugs on your elbow. “Ask me another question.”
You force yourself to think of anything but your siblings. “What’s your favorite animal?”
“Pigs! What’s your favorite food?”
Your little game continues. You lost track of what question you guys were on when one of your questions causes Wind to go off on a tangent about barrels. Eventually, the two of you settle on exchanging stories, most of yours are about your siblings while Wind talks about the parts of his adventures that don’t involve a dark, stormy night.
You think, as you hold your side from laughter as Wind explains why auctions should be abolished (unless he has enough money to buy whatever is being auctioned), that this adventure might not be so bad.
Time reading out loud: “I, Link Lon-Lon, legal guardian of Link Waker, consent to Link Waker collecting my order of two cases of Telma’s Classic Ale--” Wind what the hell is this and why did it mysteriously show up on my desk in the stack of papers to sign?
Wind *sweating*: Oh. Uhhh... You actually read those before signing them?
Time: This wouldn’t happen to be related to the mysterious charge on my credit card this morning, would it?
Summary: “Make me feel like I’m being spoiled by a king.”
“Lu Han, it’s nice to be seeing you again after so long,” I smirk, bowing before the king to be.
“A pleasure indeed,” He hums and bows, a cocky smirk on his tempting lips.
Our eyes lock on each other as our parents catch up after years of being apart. It allows us to take in each other’s appearances, impressed by how the other has grown wonderfully.
“Dear,” My mother coos, placing a hand on my shoulder. We turn to her, our attention switching from each other to her.
“You must be over the moon from seeing Han again, huh?”
I turn to look at him and smile innocently. “Of course, mother.”
“You three need to visit more often, it’s been too long,” His father comments and looks at my father. He chuckles and nods.
“It’s been a few years now, maybe five?”
“It appears so.”
“The children have grown up well,” His mother says and the three adults nod in agreement. Han and I smile, looking at each other, then back at our parents.
What they didn’t know was that behind the smiles, their little angels weren’t as innocent as they think.
“Come, you must be tired and hungry from your long journey.”
Our fathers walk in front, catching up and laughing about whatever it is they may be talking about. Our mothers follow after, whispering to themselves. Han turns to me and smirks.
“After you, sweetheart.”
I scoff and smirk, walking ahead. He chuckles and catches up to me, walking by my side.
“You’re still charming as ever, prince Lu Han.”
“And you’re still lovely as ever.”
“Flattery can only get you so far.”
“Oh, sweetheart, it has certainly gotten me farther than you think.”
“Don’t I know it,” I hum and a smirk graces our lips.
“So when we will be expecting grandchildren?” My father jokes as we sit around the dinner table.
“Papa,” I laugh along, peeking at Han from the corner of my eye. He watches in amusement and scoffs, knowing this was just me putting up an act. An act I’ve perfected over the years.
“I only joke.”
“Ah, Han is set to be king soon, yes? Has he found a suitor?” My mother asks, turning to his mother. She looks at her son, smiling proudly.
“He says he’s already found one himself, that we mustn’t worry about the subject.”
“You have?” I question, turning to the boy next to me.
“Curious? Worried it’s not you?” Han taunts.
“Please, I already knew it was me from the moment we met.”
“A bit too confident, don’t you think?”
“Not at all, darling.”
“Do you know the name of the suitor?” My father asks.
“No, Han won’t tell us yet. He says he’s waiting for the right opportunity to reveal the name.”
“Ah, perhaps at the ball to do so?” My mother coos with a big smile. His mother shrugs and giggles. “Oh, it must be so exciting!”
“What about Y/N?”
“Insists there’s one as well, so we needn’t bother to look for one.”
“The teasing from the kids is keeping me at the edge of my seat!” Our fathers laugh.
“Papa, you’ll find out soon enough,” I chuckle and wave the subject off.
“I sure hope so. I want to know the boy who’s won your heart.”
Han chuckles upon hearing my father’s words. I avert my attention to him and he smirks.
“It seems you’re not the only one who’s fallen in love.”
I smirk, “It must be my charms then too, huh?”
“Again, who says it was you?”
I sigh and shake my head. “All this teasing is getting tiring, darling. Why are you playing hard to get when I already have you right where I want you?”
“Teasing you and playing hard to get is simply a pleasure of mine.”
“Those aren’t the only things that are a pleasure of yours.”
“Oh?” He cocks his head to the side, a challenging smirk on his lips. “And how would you know, sweetheart?”
“You already know the answer to that,” I coo and wink, making Han chuckle.
“That I do.”
Han turns to our parents, calling out to them and catching their attention. “May Y/N and I be excused? There are things we must catch up on.”
“Of course, go! Go!” Our mothers giggle and usher us off. We bow and I follow after Han to his room. As soon as I step into his enormous room, I’m pressed up against the wall.
“Is this what you meant by things we have to catch up on? Not even a talk first?” I question, raising an eyebrow. Han smirks, holding my wrists in his hands as he leans close to me.
“Who’s being the tease now, hm?” He coos, ghosting his lips against mine.
“Ah, don’t think I’ll give in that easy for you. I do have self control unlike someone,” I whisper, looking at him through my lashes. He scoffs. I smirk and cock my head to the side, enough room for him to do as he pleases.
“I don’t have self control?”
“I’m just too tempting to you, darling. You can’t help it.”
“As am I for you. Don’t think I’m the only one,” Han chuckles and ghosts his lips against my neck. I hold back a gulp, trying to keep from showing any reaction to boost his ego. Taking himself away from my neck, he looks at me.
“You seem to misunderstand the situation, prince Lu Han.”
“Oh no. I understand perfectly, sweetheart,” He coos, stroking my face with his finger. I scoff and lean towards him. I bring myself close, softly touching his lips with my own.
“Do you, prince?” I taunt and press my our lips together before I pull away first. “It’s always so fun to tease, Han.”
His face turns into one of frustration, then one of smug.
“That’s not what you say when it’s me teasing you.”
I scoff and softly laugh. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“Show me I’m wrong, sweetheart and just maybe I’ll believe you.”
