#vahrutasgrace

[ikarosxflight]

"Ya know-icus, the prettiest women have their name ending in A-icus."

Palutena, Urbosa, Zelda, Mipha, Hylia, Megara, Aqua- He can go on; let him simp here for a moment and adore these lovely ladies and their uniqueness.

[grimulf-of-the-wilderness]

@vahrutasgrace *¤°•. cont'd

Grimulf was not one to pass up on helping another being, he was hard wired that way.

He'd thought her to be dead at first glance, roughed up and injured by the elements wrath, clearly she'd been through a harrowing journey.

Soon, her words of gratitude hit him where it counted, straight to the heart, causing it to clench. So she could speak? And she had just thanked a hilichurl? This was something that rarely transpired towards him and his kind.

He spoke, divulging he was like no other hilichurl that ever dared to exist. His words held a heavy reverence that complimented his deep, raspy octave. ❝ You're welcome. ❞

Not one to startle her, he remained by her side. A towering sentinel safeguarding the area while she gathered herself. He did however watch her secure a vessel to hold water and begin a process he'd not witnessed before. Using water to heal her injuries, directing it in a manner he doubted few upon this spinning rock would ever have mastered. It was like she was one with the water. Articulating the ancient language of healing on an entirely different level, it was a marvel to witness.

Grimulf was peering down at her intently when she looked up at him causing him to startle initially, his ears stiffened with surprise and he blurted out the answer. ❝ Teyvat, more specifically Liyue. ❞

Her question confirmed she was not a local being. He'd never laid eyes upon one such as she, however he was intrigued. ❝ Can you stand? Walk? To be honest, this isn't the best place to be since it's nearing dusk and out in the open, it's risky. If you need me to, I can carry you or help you. My camp is hidden and not that far from here, there you can rest, eat and recoup. ❞

[korck]

" P... pr... " He wiggles with the aim to free his pack, and himself, from its position. On his way to explore the Zora Domain, he managed to tumble down a big, rocky hill. Which usually wouldn't be an issue... but this pretty... Zora woman seemingly came to help.

" ...I'll be okay, pr... pretty lady!! " // @vahrutasgrace

[ikarosxflight]

In response to x leading to x || @vahrutasgrace

For the first time in an eternity, Pit experiences a fleeting moment of authentic happiness in Hyrule's vast and often somber land. This joy, however, is a rare and precious gem amidst the looming shadows of the impending Calamity. He mustn't forget his role as Palutena's Captain, even in these brief moments. Yet, he can't help but be Pit, the friend, the champion… He's aware that he's deceiving himself and everyone else, allowing the illusion of belonging to their group to take hold.

The Captain was pleasantly surprised when Mipha agreed to spend time together. Their bond, which had grown stronger amidst the tribulations of battle, had come a long way since their first meeting. The Captain had humbly asked the Zora Princess if he could accompany her on a tour of Vah Ruta, the Divine Beast she was destined to pilot. Both Champions cherished every moment of the day, starting with a rigorous training session in the morning, followed by a gratifying dinner with Mipha's father and younger brother. As the day drew close, they found themselves alone on top of Vah Ruta, watching the breathtaking sunset. Pit presented two goblets filled with a bottled beverage gifted to him by Urbosa earlier that week.

As they gathered for their usual evening gathering, the surprise of Mipha's alcohol patience became evident. Despite being accustomed to Urbosa's high-quality liquor, Mipha seemed to be handling her drinks quite well. However, the subtle signs of intoxication began to emerge, hinting that the alcohol was starting to take effect. It was evident that the Captain had not reached that point yet, but it seemed likely that after another cup, he might begin to feel the alcohol's influence.

"I'd have to disagree-icus, Princess. The term you're speaking of is Hubris. Where I'm from, Pride is knowing what we have accomplished and freely acknowledging that we have done it. Regarding matters of the Heart-icus, I think you'd be surprised-icus... if you gave this prideful person a chance."

His response contained no hint of snark or smugness, only an air of confidence forged over centuries of adventures, failures, dangers, and victories. Pit recalled Mipha's father speaking about Zora's extensive lifespan during dinner… maybe she'll understand what he means one day. As the night pressed on, both exchanged thoughts, feelings, and memories cup after cup… Pit couldn't help but find himself captivated by every word left from such soft, kissable lips. He enjoyed conversing with the Princess. She challenged him, and he challenged her, yet they always seemed to come to an understanding, a connection that transcended words. Her beauty was a sight to behold, and he couldn't help but admire her from outside and within. Pit knew this feeling—it was the equivalent of falling in love, knowing it would end in heartbreak.

Despite this, he let Mipha trust her vulnerability to him as she cuddled against him. It was enough to make Pit's heart dance. The blush reaching the tip of his ears was not from the firewater. Her body grew heavier, and he adjusted, allowing Mipha to comfortably fall asleep against him. He wrapped a wing around her and his arm, keeping her close and safe. He really wanted to kiss the top of her head.

The Captain of Angels had not anticipated Mipha's unexpected slumber induced by the lingering effects of the alcohol. Despite this unforeseen circumstance, he carefully guided both their bodies to the concert surface of Vah Ruta. Concerned for Mipha's comfort, Pit spread a large wing onto the floor beneath her, ensuring she had a soft and protective space to rest. As he gazed upon her peaceful visage with his Caribbean blue eyes, he couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. Her skin felt incredibly soft to his touch, and he found himself captivated by the allure of her lips. Each time he swallowed the lump in his throat, he fought an overwhelming urge to lean in closer.

In his homeworld, any opportunist would have taken advantage of such a moment, claiming it an uncontrollable act of passion. They might have stolen a swift, seemingly innocent, and romantic kiss. But to Pit, such an action would have been a disservice to someone as wonderful as Mipha. He believed that she deserved a heartfelt and passionate embrace that was earned the right way, not through easy or impulsive means. His internal struggle was tangible, yet he found contentment in simply watching her, his gaze filled with tenderness and adoration.

'Your hands in mine till it's overTake all of me; it was never mine I can finally breathe when you're close cuz-'

"You're like a breath of fresh air on a summer night..."

He whispers love confessions she'll never hear as he gently reaches out to caress Mipha's flushed cheeks with his knuckles. Unbeknownst to the Twitterpated Captain, Mipha is caught up in fantasies that exceed his wildest dreams.

"... P-Pit... P-Please...!"

....Huh?

Was Mipha having an erotic dream… and was it about.. him? The way she is breathing heavily, with the most beautiful hymns escaping from her delicate lips, causes Pit's entire body to blush. Goosebumps on his arms trailed to his wings, fluffed up in surprise. This seemed to be a test from Lord Eros and Lord Priapus, taunting and teasing his will as if giving signs to take her. The thoughts come flooding in, with images reeling in his mind—enticing seduction and alluring desires cause him to breathe heavily as well while watching Mipha writhe in dreamy, wanton need.

One look from you is all it takes My lips on yours, no better taste Let's not throw it away Your skin is perfect to the touch I can't get enough

Cuz baby, I’m all in If you really want it I'll give you everything I got Your hands in mine till it's over Take all of me; it was never mine

Captain Pit gently removes his hand from Mipha's warm cheek and swallows hard as he uses his other wing to cover himself. He groans as he feels his shorts becoming uncomfortably tight. He silently concludes that he will have to deal with this alone later tonight, maybe after a cold shower, as much as desire begs otherwise. His breathing remains heavy, but he jolts when Mipha abruptly awakes.

"..... P-Pit...? Are you... a-alright?"

Gods, she's so beautiful; even when she's adorably embarrassed, she's still putting others before herself... He slightly flinches, feeling a painful throb between his legs. He mentally thanks Palutena for covering himself with his wing before she woke up. Pit nervously bites the corner of his lower lip, struggling to find the right words. Despite feeling most of his blood flow shifting from one head to another, he clears his throat and sits up next to her. He keeps himself covered, his face flushed and sweat dribbling down his neck.

"Y-yeah. I am," he lied. "Um, we should probably head back. I'm sure your father is wondering where you are. Y-you go on ahead; I'll catch up."

[ikarosxflight]

"I'll help you conquer her."

EPIC: The Musical

That single sentence alone was enough to make Captain Pit's blood freeze, let alone his heart skipping a beat out of the sheer terror overcoming him from Mipha's careless words. Despite his fear, he reacted with lightning speed, propelled by a surge of adrenaline, pinning Mipha against the wall, his strong hand covering her mouth to stifle any more words that could potentially cause further harm. His eyes, wide with panic and urgency, locked with hers, conveying the gravity of the situation and the need for silence and cooperation.

In the land where he hailed from, there was a cautionary tale of a foolish mortal who dared to claim that they were more beautiful than Aphrodite. The consequences of such audacity were severe, for it invoked the wrath of the Olympian, a goddess not to be trifled with. The Captain of Angels was well aware of the Champion's good intentions but understood that this was a battle she could not emerge victorious from—a conflict best left unprovoked, a wisdom born of experience.

[ikarosxflight]

And you say what you need to say And you play who you need to play

And if somebody's in your way Crush them and leave them behind

[ikarosxflight]

"I love you..."

Eyes cast down, she finally looks up, meeting his gaze with sorrow pouring from her golden hues.

"...But not in the way that you want me to.."

Captain Pit had always held a mirror to his soul, perceiving a reflection that bore the marks of vanity and arrogance. He was not just prideful; he was a celestial being, bathed in the warm glow of his self-importance and accustomed to having his whims catered to by those around him. This inflated sense of self was particularly pronounced in romance, where his confidence often clouded his judgment.

He had always believed that Mipha, the graceful and formidable Zora Princess, could harbor feelings for him if given the chance. Especially after that night…

As they gathered at their usual rendezvous atop Vah Rutah, her majestic Divine Beast, Pit felt a surge of optimism. Here, in the tranquil embrace of the clouds and the gentle splash of water below, he envisioned their connection blossoming into something profound. They had shared countless moments, laughter intertwining with their conversations, and Pit had convinced himself that they were growing closer. He was unaware, perhaps willfully so, of how misplaced that confidence indeed was.

"I love you..."

"You do?"

"...But not in the way that you want me to.."

But then came her words, sharp as a well-honed blade, shattering his daydreams into a thousand jagged pieces. Despite his genuine efforts to unveil the tender layers of his heart and share vulnerabilities he had long buried, Mipha’s heart remained true to someone else.

In that moment, he grappled with the depth of his own flaws. The shimmering façade he had clad himself in began to crumble within himself, revealing the raw, aching truth beneath. His heart, heavy with the weight of unreciprocated feelings, twisted painfully between the sting of rejection and the bitter realization that his connection to the Champions, his friendship with them, was built on illusions. He fell for his own tricks in the grand scheme to fool them all.

"Mipha-icus, if I pushed you or came on too strong or ambushed you for that, I'll say I was wrong-"

"-But I'm not sorry for loving you."

This partnership had been a fragile tapestry woven together by his misconceptions and fantasies. The revelation struck him harder than any foe he had ever faced on the battlefield, leaving him at a crossroads where he had to confront his shortcomings and the reality of his loneliness in a world filled with friendships. These bonds transcended more than just survival but genuine kindness and goodness.

He was grateful to feel a part of that, even for a moment. The least he could do was remain honest to Mipha one last time.

[hyliagenesiia]

@vahrutasgrace sent: ❗❗❗ Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine. [no longer accepting]

Zelda had been excitedly rambling as she and Mipha explored Vah Ruta together. With the Sheikah Slate in hand, her attention had been on the displayed map they'd unlocked as she'd pointed out all the features she could see. She hadn't even noticed how close Mipha was to her until the Zora princess' shadow crossed the screen of the slate and, as Zelda lifted her head, she found Mipha's lips pressed firmly against hers.

She nearly dropped the slate in surprise, but managed to catch it by the handle before she brought her arms around Mipha's waist, giving a gentle kiss in return.

"Was I talking too much?" Zelda asked as she broke the kiss.