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[lightumbra-a]

@nofliight​ |  ❤

“i’m not saying you want to. i’m not saying you would. i’m not saying you have to, i’m just saying you could.” hands clasped behind her back as she shifted her weight to one leg, looking up at the great canon before them. it always sounded so...fun. to be fired into the sky at high speeds, but she was just a tad nervous to go first.

though that didn’t necessarily make bullying pit into trying it okay.

[spookymulti]

❤️ @nofliight​​ wants to adventure with the duo!

   “ Imagine having wings and not being able to fly with them. Couldn’t be me. ”

   “ Kazooie! I’m sure sorry about her, Mr. Pit. ”

[telesthisia]

“what can i do to help?”

A melody with no tune to it yet one so sweet that could only come from the songless hymn of hope, where verses were composed by acts of magnanimity. And no matter how small it may seem, it always lit a flame of gratitude within her hollowed chest. And she gives a small grin. Though she’d come across many who’d sing the hymn of hope beautifully, Pit’s was always a unique beauty that was no different from her courageous champion. Pit carried a sweetness, a certain kindness that was very saccharine in nature. And as one held a fondness for sweets, she’d always find herself coming back to his company for more. 

“Goodness me... you wish to provide some assistance? I must confess, nothing brings me greater joy than your help in all this, Pit. Thank you...” 

There was no end to how appreciative she’d felt by his offer, for one who often tried to fight her own battles alone all while raising the morale of others, it was nice to get support from others as well. Certainly, by the end of all this a reward was in order for him. 

“Well then, we best head off! I shall tell you everything along the way...”

[paintmaid]

@nofliight​  |  ❤

“how long have you been lady palutena’s captain of the guard?” the question was devoid of the excitement and boundless curiosity with which she typically interrogated him. there was a certain weight to her words, a thoughtfulness as she spoke. it had been on her mind for quite a while, since she had first learned of his position, and the more zelda spent time with pit, the more she considered it.

there was a certain sense of empathy -- and even camaraderie -- she felt knowing that he, too, had been given responsibility far beyond his years. and she wondered if he had lost his childhood the same way she had, having been thrust into a role that she was scarcely prepared for despite having been raised into it.

“i apologize if my question is inappropriate!” the addition came just briefly after the question, fingers twisting in the fabric of her dress. “i was only...curious. it seems as though it’s been quite a while and you...seem very young for that.” a quick shake of her head. “of course i believe you to be very capable, i assure you that isn’t why i ask! i...i was merely wondering...”

[telesthisia]

“Ah, then I am happy that you cannot. Pardon me for how forward this may sound but to be a scion of wisdom ‘tis a burdensome way of life and not one I wish upon anyone...”

[regnantlight]

The Angel and The Goddess-Blood Born

|| @nofliight​ || Continuation || 

   Zelda's stare lingered perhaps too long than was considered polite, and all of her etiquette training chastised her for it. In fairness, however, such training had covered how to handle a drunkard, a rude guest, a particularly horrid outfit— not the presence of an angel.

   She felt herself nod, but thoughts lingered elsewhere. There were so few mentions of angels when it came to the Triforce. Were they a good omen or bad? Did they always look so youthful, so human, or was this simply a form taken on earth, similar to how Hylia supposedly stepped into a mortal women's flesh to spare Her people the frightening and overwhelming sight of Her true form?

   It was, perhaps, best to just start with the wings.

   "Yes," Zelda said, her voice evened into the standard, lightly strained tone one takes when trying to appear as though nothing is amiss. "Yes, I think that would be best. What exactly...are your wings real? Or an illusion?"

[panickypeachboy]

...There’s a crowd here. Why is there suddenly a crowd here? Momotaro was trying to keep the fight from happening...but it *is* happening.

He pulled his staff cap down, and tucked into it...

And then he rolled away, while somehow compressed in the headgear.

[panickypeachboy]

//I was tired yesterday so...

//scribs of zepit.

//...i swear i will make better doodles.