#zhylia

[erobret]

"Please, speak to me."

@zhylia

❝ . . . ❞ HOW COULD SHE SPEAK ? thoughts raced --- they didn't slow . all the monarch could do was gaze down at the other . what to say ? where to begin ? there was so much she wished to speak --- so many words that wished to spill from lips . and yet . . . nothing .

❝ . . . you . . . were my first friend . ❞ a soft smile . a fond look . yes . that was a start . the hyrulian royal had indeed been the twili royal's first friend . every day shed looked forward to hurry to the garden to see if the other was there so speak with her through that small bridge between their realms . she treasured those conversations .

[sapientiiae]

@zhylia asked: ‘ The sound of softly falling rain is so relaxing. ’ rainy day starters

It still felt a bit peculiar, staring at the woman that would be the future Princess of Hyrule. 

Correction: she is the current Princess of Hyrule. After all, this was her timeline — she was not the one that was out of place. 

The blonde maiden’s brows furrowed as she looked at her descendent, still not used to the idea of standing in a room with another Zelda. Physically, they shared few similarities, though she supposed they could pass as distant cousins (not surprising considering how much time had passed to separate when they would both sit as heir to Hyrule). However, this Zelda was undeniably regal, as was to be expected of any woman born into the Royal Family.

When the other woman spoke, it promptly pulled Zelda from her own thoughts, head snapping up and eyes wide before she forced a smile onto her lips and nodded. “Yes, it truly is quite soothing…” she agreed, the smile on her lips showing fondness as it morphed into something more genuine as she turned to the window. 

“Growing up, I always preferred the days when it would rain. It is the best weather for reading, in my opinion.”

[uramii-archive]

". . ."

"I killed you." The inflection, the stomps bringing him forth, the rest of his being coming into view as specs of twilight...

Ganondorf was approaching this woman, this princess, whom he explicitly remembers erasing from the book of life. The lumbering posture, hands now fists, and glower expression were all in response to the presence of another Triforce Wielder. This were actually an opportunity if he seized it: he missed extracting the Triforce Of Wisdom when he murdered her last time. This time...perhaps he could become even stronger through her fall.

@zhylia The Call

[sacredflorist]

"Only the journey is written, not the destination."

Unprompted Ask | Always Accepting | @zhylia

There's sadness on Aerith's features at these words. Of course the ending, the destination, can be changed. But she really wishes she could have more freedom, always. She lost so many people already, and she's scared she would keep losing more and more people. She's almost scared of getting close to other people because of that. Why would let herself be close to others, if she always ends up losing them ?

She offers Zelda a smile, though. She has to keep smiling, always, to remain optimistic. She refuses to let her fears and her concerns ruin everything. It's so important for Aerith to cheer up her friends, as much as she can.

"I hope the journey is not written either." She lets a brief chuckle escape her mouth. "I want to make sure we get the best results. Thanks to our hard work. I just refuse to give up."

[exturk]

send a symbol for the kind of relationship you’d like with my muse.    | accepting

@zhylia asked: 💛 teach zelda how to use technology.

💛 * immediate friends and entirely platonic. They’re supportive of each other and would never do anything to betray each other.  As close as if they were siblings

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PLEASE. I'd love for the girls to be besties. Cissnei seriously needs more bffs in her life and Zelda seems cool afff...I begggg

[thevirtue]

. ❝ there doesn’t seem to be any danger at the moment. ❞

. @zhylia

[ SECURE ] : the air is still and stagnant ; if it had a taste , it'd be bitter . lifeless , besides the consciousness that dwells beneath every thoughtful existence . even the shallow pools of rippling water beneath their feet feel dead . she thinks for a moment , that she might feel differently if her attire did not numb her to the effects of cold and wet that threaten her . perhaps it would feel more human .

" good . " she stands for a moment , embraced with silence , and casts her gaze to her reflection . she is a model . but , what is the self within it ? it doesn't matter . she's here to aid in reconnaissance , to destroy machines if they were to invade the area . she looks to her partner and nods affirmatively . " then this should be easy . "

[sacredflorist]

𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘, the fugitive princess can only turn to the ruined cathedral for consolation. worn out heels creek among the decrepit furniture, and it is there that azure eyes falls captivated to the flowerbeds untouched by disaster. a warm comforting light emits for a second, and she senses home. ❝ the flowers here must be resilient to thrive in such an unexpecting environment. they are beautiful. ❞

Unprompted Ask | Always Accepting | @zhylia

Aerith's heart almost misses a beat when she hears footsteps in the church of Sector 5's slums. She would recognize Zack's footsteps, even if he hasn't showed up in years, and she also recognizes the Turks quite easily. But this time, it seems different. She stands, without moving too far away from the other. She doesn't know this young woman, but she can tell she's not bad.

Aerith raises a curious eyebrow, about to ask, but the other talks first, which brings a smile to the Cetra's lips. "Thank you. Yeah... this place is special. Flowers are blooming here, all the time. I'm selling them in the streets of Midgar, actually. But I don't think I've seen you before. You're new around ?" she asks before she lets a chuckle escape her mouth. "My name's Aerith. And you are... ?"

[sacredflorist]

"Little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in."

@zhylia ❤'d | #8 Florida!!!