Princess Zelda

@theclockworkheir

And for all of the Goddesses' people. [ Princess Zelda of A C O ]

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Catching up (finally) | Zelda & Malon

Relief momentarily graced the redhead’s features again as Zelda offered her own help for Link only before fading into a look of worry again—good; that was good, wasn’t it? Malon shook her head, smiling weakly at the princess. “That’s kind of ye, but don’t get yerself into any trouble. I can’t let ye stick your neck out like that, now can I?” She chuckled and waved her hand, attempting to sound reassuring. “Cleanin’ up Link’s messes has always been my thing so don’t ye worry none.”

Malon’s head inclined towards the noblewoman with interest as she told her… brief recollection of the past half year. She frowned at how little there was in her statement, a surge of bitterness aimed at the king that rolled in her chest. Zelda hadn’t rightfully deserved to be locked up the way she had been and the farmhand could only sniff angrily at that—not entirely trusting the volume of her voice to outright insult the King in their current company.

Her expression, however, softened as Zelda voiced her worries about Malon. A dry chuckle fell off the freckled girl’s lips, her head tipping lazily to one side as her brows lifted at the princess. “Nah, I don’t s’pose it’ll be lettin’ up either. Not to be rude, Zelda, but what do ye expect me to do?” she asked, rolling a shoulder as she spoke. “There’s nowhere else to go, is there? It’s not like I can just run away to the surface. I got a job to do here. My daddy’s here. My whole life is up here on this rock thing, ain’t it?”

Malon paused and then, with the best intentions of lightening the unpleasant topic, she leaned over to gently nudge the princess with her elbow. “’Sides, Link would get into too much trouble without me around and you wouldn’t get into enough of it, I reckon.”

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Zelda blinked, then laughed, scrunching up her nose in mock indignity. "Now, now, when did I ask you to turn tail and make for the proverbial hills?

"Unfortunately," she continued, "it was more of a statement than any sort of suggestion. If I knew a way to keep you from getting tangled up in the sort of nastiness this Kingdom seems to deal in, trust me, you'd have heard it a long time ago." She shook her head. "I trust your wit enough to know if anyone on these islands can take care of themselves, it's you, but worrying just appears to be a part of the Princess job description, walled off as I am." She turned to give Malon a wry smile. "You'll just have to humor me on that one, I'm afraid."

At the last comment, she had to grin. "I'll tell you what, I'll put in an honest effort to get into trouble if you keep up an honest effort to stay out of it, and we can call ourselves even." Zelda could recognize the end of the path now, as the pair of horses continued to tread along. She almost gave in to the impulse to slow hers; these visits always seemed to go far too quickly. "We'll have to be sure to meet up every now and then, of course," she concluded, "to compare."

#acomalon #ACO Thread #[It's (wait for iiiit) a REASONABLY SIZED POST]

dimitriofthehall

Thank you your highness, I do enjoy it! It’s very rewarding, even if it’s a tad messy sometimes. Maybe if you’re ever in the church, you could visit! The little girls would be thrilled to meet a real life princess!

theclockworkheir

Things have been rather predictably busy as of late, but if I ever do get the time to spare, I would love to visit. Thank you for the invitation!

#dimitriofthehall

Catching up (finally) | Zelda & Malon

Malon chuckled whilst returning the hug, delighted by the spot of rose that found it’s way onto Zelda’s ears and perhaps squeezing her a bit too tightly in her affections. On the drawback, her nose had gained it’s own color and she rubbed at it bashfully, her green eyes flicking away as she pondered the question.

"Trouble..?" she repeated lightly, as if the idea was unheard of. "W-well… There were the mundane things: lost my necklace, got it back— It’s got a new chain see?" She tugged the gem out of her blouse by the metal links, brandishing it almost proudly before blinking at her in mild surprise. "Goddesses, ye probably haven’t seen it since we were kids. I didn’t like wearing it for a long while, remember?" The farmhand sighed a little, her shoulders sinking as she twirled the ruby between her fingertips.

"I got over that I guess. Between the two of us, I’m pretty…sure now. ‘Bout my mama, I mean. I’ll eventually work up the gall to talk to m’daddy about it but—” Malon waved suddenly, flapping her hand in the air as if to fan the topic away hastily. She turned her eyes skyward and tried to think of anything else worth mentioning.

"And…and then there was the masq," Got trampled— no, don’t tell her that.

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theclockworkheir

Zelda smiled at Malon's blush, listening closely as she relayed the last several months' events.

The necklace gave her a moment's pause; Malon was right, she hadn't seen it since they were children. Given that, it was only natural that it would look familiar ... but this sort of familiarity was not the sort that came of seeing something many years ago. This sort resulted from seeing something many lifetimes ago. And, perplexingly, she was just on the edge of pinning down where.

She gave it up as a puzzle to be solved later, before she missed out on anything her friend was saying.

She nodded in response to the other girl's conclusion about her lost mother, who was as much of a stranger to Malon as Zelda's was to her, and offered a soft and reassuring smile--only for it to turn into a grimace as soon as the Masquerade was mentioned.

#acomalon #ACO Thread #[Cut's just for length]

theclockworkheir

The Trespasser || Evyr, Oracle Din

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"Baggage?" She said, laughter high and still panicked. "Baggage is my inability to form lasting relationships. This isn’t baggage, this is a train!" Her voiced had raised, although any reaction was choked immediately by the fact that he had taken her by the shoulder and held her chin.

She allowed this for a moment, not feeling comfortable before she took the mans’ hands off of her and gently pushing them away. “I’m fine. I just feel foolish I spoke with him so freely.”

She laid back against the side of the bed, closing her eyes and pointing her head up. “I got there after the worst had happened— I didn’t see Ganondorf turn into a boar. But I knew—and some others, that he had been there to meet Gustaf. He met with me in the confessional before it—he was trying to save his assistant, Jasdae.” She took a deep breath. “I just knew it was him. My head hurt, and Victoria—that fucking bitch— she left us all to die. Slipped back when we weren’t looking and sealed the doors with ice. We were all supposed to die, I think. I assume that’s what her plan was. And Ganondorf was killing the knights—and Ives tried to ride him like a bull. Then he was rushing at me and I was just-” She cut herself off, breathing in and out. “I just yelled ‘you owe me’ over and over again. Because he did—does. He does owe me. I managed to get Gustaf to let me dismiss the drought. I sent a storm that would replenish any wells. He owed me. He understand, it knocked him back to the present a bit. Long enough to pass out, thank the Goddesses.”

More steady breathing to keep her head. “I went back after, and managed to get him to remember who he was, and he changed back to a man. We spoke, although I’m sure he was too confused to remember. Hopefully. That’s what I was talking about. I had him brought to the hospital, where he is now.”

She opened her eyes again, looking at Evyr. “He’s a terrible man, isn’t he? He’s done terrible things to our lines. But why do I feel like he needs to stay alive. He needs to be saved right now, because he has some purpose later on. What if I’m right, but it’s for something terrible?” Her voice had gotten quieter until she was whispering at him. “What if he does something terrible, and I could have prevented it over and over again but didn’t?”

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Evyr blinked as she moved his hand away, and very swiftly folded both behind his back, sitting back to give the Oracle an ample amount of space. That had been foolish of him.

Turning his attention back to her, he smiled wryly at the 'baggage' comment. "You needn't tell me, Miss Din," he replied, his smile softening sadly as he continued. "I am truly sorry you have to contend with this all at once. It's ... a lot, I know."

He sat patiently as she described the events, brow creasing as she went on.

"The Voice ... I'm not certain that surprises me." That smile changed by only the slightest degree, but that degree turned it into something that might easily have been confused with a sneer if one looked very, very close. That woman had a rather singular talent for seizing what she wanted by the jugular, without much concern for the mess she made in the process. The technique was as brutish and sloppy as it was effective ... most of the time, if would seem. "Well, now she has shown us her hand, as predictable as it might be. It could be we learn something from it after all-- ..."

Something seemed to catch up with him, and he trailed off, tugging his gaze away from wherever it had been staring in space to focus on the Oracle. "... You ... managed to get my father ..."

He blinked, opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. It took a long moment and a deep breath before he spoke.

"Oracle ..." He paused again, then sighed and looked at her almost pleadingly. Speaking up in front of those who held more power than he did was not something made a habit of doing, and was clearly not something he was accustomed to; the words more or less came tumbling out. "I have the utmost faith in your judgement, please, please know this, but I must ask you to place at least some of your faith in my experience. To convince the King of anything is no easy feat," he halted again, seeming to organize his words, before speaking up once more, "but if you hope to change the Kingdom by changing him, whatever the means, I ask that you keep caution very close at hand. The designs you hope to change are not his, not remotely. I have had enough dealings with monarchies, in this life and in others, to know that the power and agenda of a ruling power do not ever originate from, or hinge upon, a single man. I have seen the way these gears spin before." He shook his head, a vaguely far-off look in his red eyes, not unlike the look of someone trying to call to mind the events of a dream. "If one component starts spinning in the wrong direction, the rest of the machine will react."

His voice trailed off, and was quieter when he spoke again. "It is true that I know less than I should, but I know more than others think. Trust that I know this." The smile he seemed conditioned into wearing returned, but it was faint, meek, an apology for overstepping his bounds. It had never been his place to give any form of direction or advice, but he had so few allies ... "Just ... please be very, very careful."

With that he sat back, crossing his legs and quietly brushing his hair out of his eyes (seemingly unbothered when it simply tumbled right back), and cleared his throat.

"As to your second question ... it is not determined quite so simply. Our memories carry through the generations, as do our roles, but our personalities, our individual selves, those do not. My ancestors are no less strangers to me than other, living people I have met are." He closed his eyes. "I have many memories of him, more than I have of most of the others I remember, and there is not a fond thought among them, but right now that does not matter. What matters is who he proves himself to be in this life, and this life alone."

"... And you are right." He paused to reach into the bag strapped to his hip, pulling out a journal and displaying the ribbon-marked page and the drawings and symbols that lay upon it--the primary one that of the sacred triangle, framed by three figures with monstrous image of the boar chief among them. "We do need him."

#aclockworkoracle #ACO Thread #Evyr the Archer #[Edited bc Rook forgot a pretty important sentence there.]

Catching up (finally) | Zelda & Malon

Malon clicked her tongue playfully, her eyelids heavy as she smirked at the girl beside her. “I know I didn’t need to do it—” She perked up, rolling her shoulder idly as a blush crept across her nose. “I wanted to. I can’t help but feel..” She shrugged harder at that, unable to find a proper word to describe her standing about the last six months— Golly, had it really been that long?

"It doesn’t feel right, y’know? The last time I saw ye was half a year ago and I wasn’t exactly in one piece at the time. Seems an awful way to leave things off between us." She smiled at her weakly, leaning forward to lean on the mare’s neck lazily. "So the gift’s a bit of an apology and a thanks for fixin’ my face back then.”

The topic seemed a bit too gloomy for reunions and goddesses knew she still hadn’t gotten to the worse off subjects. Offering a distraction, she grinned wider, cocking an eyebrow at the princess a bit more smugly than she’d initially intended. Old habits. “I promise our weddin’ we’ll be much more enjoyable— if anything, the weddin’ night should be promisin’ enough.”

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Zelda's smile faded as the conversation turned once more towards melancholy. "No," she agreed, "It doesn't seem right at all. But I maintain that you are at no fault for it."

She had the impulse yet again to demonstrate some form of affection, to take advantage of the time she finally had alone with her old friend to reach out and hold her and kiss her cheek and make up for all of the loneliness that separation brought. And how close she came to acting on it before Malon moved again to slay herself over her horse's neck.

Zelda quickly forgot to be frustrated when the next statement came, turning the princess's cheeks a dainty shade of pink--and turning the tips of her ears a bright red. She blinked, speechless in the face of the cheeky grin and smugly raised brow, then dissolved into the most undignified laughter, the tension the last months had brought with them dissipating in seconds as relaxation and relief replaced them.

"Oh Malon," she laughed, playful exasperation lacing her voice as she reached over and guided the other girl upright in her saddle once more, "would you please hold still."

And with that she leaned over in she seat and embraced her friend in one smooth, highly overdue motion.

She was still wearing a smile as she drew back, gentle shaking her head. "Six months away and you still haven't told me what you've gotten up to in all this time." She knit her brows together in a look that was half playfulness and half genuine concern. "No further trouble, I hope?"

#acomalon #ACO Thread

dimitriofthehall

Oh, I’m so sorry! How terribly rude of me! My name is Dimitri, and I work in the Hall of Orphans with the children there.

It’s nice to meet you!

theclockworkheir

Oh no, it's not rude at all. It's wonderful to meet you, Mr. Dimitri!

The Hall of Orphans within the church? That is very noble work, you must enjoy it very much.

#dimitriofthehall

theclockworkheir

The Trespasser || Evyr, Oracle Din

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She could still hear it, far away as if a record players’ volume was turned low. Once it faded she had to close her eyes and concentrate on what she’d seem. It was as if for a moment she was elsewhere—like she was someone else. Someone far more assured than she was. Someone who had accepted something that still sent tremors through her.

If it wasn’t so unsettling, she would have been happy that everything seemed to fit together and make sense, but she was afraid she’d see the boar in her nightmares at this point, with two memories to attribute to it.

She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she forgot that she had been caught by the disguised Zelda, and by all means should feel incredibly awkward. It all felt so silly now— etiquette and manners. Now all that seemed to matter were the thoughts she struggled to put into words.

"I almost died the same way twice." She finally got out, despite not being entirely sure if that was the case. "I think." She tacked on just in case. She moved so he didn’t have to hold her, but instead of sitting on the bed again she sat against it on the floor, holding her head.

Now the entire days events hit her like a carriage. “He didn’t know he could do that—the transformation. He was expecting to die trying to get Jasdae back. He has no idea.” Her head jerked up and she stared at Evyr, red eyes to red eyes.

"When he was bleeding to death, he asked me if I thought I had lived before. I told him yes, of course. It’s not a secret. I told him I thought we had met before, in another life." She brought up her hands to grab at her hair.

"I’m such a fucking idiot!" She nearly shouted. The boar had triggered her remembering, why did she think it was anything positive? Why did she tell Ganondorf something like that? What if he awakened too and knew— and knew that they had face downed before?! "He said he didn’t remember, but what if he did and was lying? What if he already remembers the dams?"

It was clear she was reaching a level of panic at the realization she might have kicked a sleeping dog unintentionally.

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Evyr knelt when the Oracle sunk to the floor, listening silently to her words. She was faring better than he often did, that much was certain. He could only scarcely remember the first time he awakened, he'd been so young, but he did recall distinctly that he had passed out at some point in the process and ultimately ended up wrapped in Impa's arms sobbing his innocent little blue eyes out.

His heart sunk suddenly as she described Ganondorf bleeding out. He knew the boar had been in the castle only because he had heard it, he must have felt something if Ganondorf had died if he felt his presence so strongly ... but the boar's actions and fate remained a mystery to him, save that his father was short a leg and his husband was in the infirmary with half a medical textbook full of injuries.

As Din's revelations started to meld slowly into panic, Evyr hesitated but momentarily, then reached out and placed a steadying hand on the Oracle's shoulder, trying to catch the girl's eyes.

"I know," he said quietly, "I know what has happened, what he's done. I'm afraid we all carry a bit of ... baggage." He offered a melancholy smile, then carefully reached to lift the oracle's chin, trying to get her to look at him, draw away from the memories and focus on their current task. "But, whether he remembers or not, what was done in our past lives is not important. We have enough to trouble ourselves with in this one, and only our current allegiances matter." That was what he liked to tell himself, at least, as the words of some of his predecessors rang unnervingly close to sounding like they might very well have come from his father or the Voice.

"Please," he implored, "I must know everything you do of Ganondorf and the beast he turned into, tell me all that happened. I was not even allowed out of my room while he was in the palace, and I know nothing of what became of him after."

#aclockworkoracle #ACO Thread #Evyr the Archer

dimitriofthehall

theclockworkheir started following you

!!! Your highness! Hello there, how are you? Have you been doing well? I heard about your wedding, congratulations!

theclockworkheir

Haha, I'm doing quite well! Thank you kindly, the Prince and I both remain delighted to be together.

I don't believe we've met, to whom do I owe this pleasure?

#dimitriofthehall

Catching up (finally) | Zelda & Malon

Malon couldn’t help but chuckle at the spirited filly, her own mount seeming to trot along lazily beside it in comparison. “I’d say that she missed ye, Princess.” Her tone was light with teasing as she glanced over her shoulder at the guards that still followed them with bored expressions. Good. They could remain as far back as they pleased for all she cared and when the offer to spring came about, Malon’s eyes turned back to the sovereign with a adventurous smirk. “I thought ye’d never ask,”

She pulled back on the reigns gently before leaning forward to urge the mare into a faster trot that soon broke into a gallop that turned up just enough soil that she was certain she’d hear the groundskeeper complaining about the next day. The echo of hooves hinted at the regal entourage that followed her dash— one that she was certain would pass her up in no time with that filly of hers— and even fainter in the distance were the sounds of the guards following in lackluster procession. All the better, Malon thought indignantly as the two dipped further into the castle grounds she had too much to say that deserved its own privacy.

The stable master slowed her mount finally, calling ahead to the princess to alert her of the recession. After a few moments she found herself at her side again, the two mares trotting steadily in sync with one another. Malon sighed with animated enthusiasm, dropped her reigns into her lap and stretched to rake her hands through her mess of copper hair, now wildly disheveled from their race. “Goddesses that felt good. H’needed that, y’know,” Malon quipped, dropping all formalities as she leaned back in her saddle languidly. She shot the princess another casual smirk, regarding her as she tipped her head. “H’don’t even know where to begin—how was yer wedding?”

She paused and then pursed her lips, squinting at the blonde playfully, “I’m right cross with ye about that, y’know. H’believe I called dibs on marrying you quite a few years back, di’n’t I?” Malon then sighed wistfully and splayed herself back against the cantle of her seat in defeat, hoping to break the tense question with her quips. As much as she wanted nothing but to merely chat idly with her friend, there were too many grave topics to discuss and she wondered how blithe she could keep the exchange as it progressed.

After another pause her tone softened, although she remained laying back on the saddle as color rose to her cheeks, “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for ye.. Some friend I am.” She scowled and clapped her cheeks admonishingly, the assault only deepening the red therein. “I was more or less barred from the castle for a while after that riot— Ah!” The redhead yelped in sudden remembrance and flung herself upright again, the sudden motion making her head swim as she tried to focus on the girl beside her again.

"I got ye a weddin’ present, though! It’s in my room— I guess I’ve been hoping to see ye in the servant’s quarters all this time but it kind of seems like the leash got shorter lately." Her voice ended bitterly as her eyes flicked suggestively to the guards that were a good league away from them now. She rubbed her jaw thoughtfully and then added again, unaware of her rambling. "But maybe things are better now since ye’re finally out an’ about again? I’ve wanted to give ye that gift for ages now— Not sure how much ye’ll like it but… H’dunno, maybe ye can take it apart and make somethin’ nifty out of the parts at least. Ye’re good at that~."

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Zelda didn't bother with trying to reign Magpie up directly when she heard Malon's call, as intoxicated by the fresh air and sharp wind as they both were. Instead, knowing the path was wide enough to permit it, she slowed the little horse's speed by turning the mare in a wide circle back the way they came, turning again more tightly as soon as she'd passed the redhead by and breaking her steed down to a trot in the process. Even then, she had to keep a vigilant hand on the reigns as the two eased to a steady walk, taking a moment to catch her breath as Malon spoke.

The smile she gave in response to the quip about the wedding was sadder than the Princess had intended it to be, but even so, the levity helped greatly. Forget the riding, the open field, the fresh air, what she had really needed was Malon. Her company, complete with that warm voice and glowing smile, after being held for so long in the castle ... it wasn't unlike a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds of a hailstorm, overdrawn as that might sound.

At the stablemaster's next statement, she couldn't protest quickly enough, her pale curls swaying slightly as she shook her head. "Nonsense, Malon. My father's interference is no fault of yours." Her voice was noticeably warmer now that there was space between them and the guards, and it almost felt strange to speak genuinely, to smile genuinely. "I could never have asked for a better friend, truly." At that she turned towards the road again, rolling her shoulders to ease the stiffness in the seldom-used muscles (her training in her other form apparently did not carry over into this one). "I do apologize for not being able to invite you. My father was adamant, and I'm ... no longer in a position to push back much, I'm afraid." She pursed her lips slightly as she stared out at the hills, the expression bringing some of the sly humor back into a face that had been too often solemn for false or both in the past weeks. "Though in retrospect, I fear you'd not have enjoyed it. It was largely formalities--a great deal of talking, a great deal of posturing, and an absolute excess of looking nice for the King and Her self-important Divinity." She shrugged lightly. "That, and I still haven't the faintest idea what to think of my groom." A subtle grin had snuck onto the Princess's lips as she turned to face Malon again. "I'll have you know," she warned, "that I shall expect our wedding to be a much more fulfilling affair."

She blinked as Malon abruptly sat up, reaching instinctively to steady her and effectively putting herself off-balance enough to upset her high-spirited horse. She had to take a moment to steady the mare again before turning to blink in surprise at the stablemaster's words. "What did you ...? Honestly, Malon," she sighed, giving the other girl a helpless smile, "you know you didn't need to do that."

#acomalon #ACO Thread

theclockworkheir

The Trespasser || Evyr, Oracle Din

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She couldn’t help but stare at him as he announced who he was. A part of her thought it was some joke, but why? She raked a hand through her hair, shaking it out. “Well, whether I believe you or not, I’m just glad you’re not here to kill me. I keep waiting for it to come, but I suppose it’ll be a bit.”

He face softened a bit, trying to get comfortable. She lit a lamp before sitting on her bed, leaning forward slightly. “I hope you’re telling the truth. All I’ve been doing lately is running around among vipers, I need to talk to an actual friend.” There was a slight pleading in her voice that marked the words as sincere.

She stared at him when he took the hood down. He was exceptionally pleasing to the eye, and she had to bring up a hand to cover her mouth. Despite this, she at least felt the need to compliment him. “Well, if I could learn to be that attractive I’d jump through hoops to meet my ancestors.” She blurted out before bringing up both her hands to cover her face. He wasn’t a random sheikah messenger, he was the princess in disguise and she was making a fool of herself.

When he said ‘did you remember the boar’ she put her hands down, looking confused. Of course she did—the attack had happened less than a day ago! She was about to open her mouth and say ‘of course’ when something stayed her tongue and a memory pushed through. It was the same feeling as before, but now it was complete, like she was dreaming.

For a moment she was elsewhere, feeling higher up as something roared on either side. It took her a few seconds to register that it was the roar of water—more water than she’d ever seen. She turned to her sisters on either side—and they were older, much older. Was she older too? It didn’t matter, all that mattered were the people around her and the monsters coming at them. Headed by that beast.

It had lasted a moment, but the loss of control sent Din falling forward off the bed, sticking out her arms at the last moment in an attempt to grab something, or at least soften the fall.

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Evyr's face softened more genuinely when she commented on 'running around among vipers'. He at least had always been somewhat shielded by the fact that no one had yet bothered to take him seriously enough to make an enemy of him. He wasn't blind to the fact that Din had no such armor, and was dealing with all the same snakes, and the thought of anything happening to the Oracle sent dread spiking through his chest.

He shook his head. "Whether you believe me or not," he replied softly, "you may trust that I know the feeling."

He blinked at her response to his appearance, one sentence from the girl serving to send that blush running back. It wasn't the vacant courtly flattery he was used to, that was certain enough. He cleared his throat, hoping the tone of his skin was dark enough to hide the color in his cheeks, and replied as smoothly as he could manage, "You flatter me, Oracle."

For a moment, her only answer to his query about the boar he hadn't seen but knew had been there was a look of bafflement, and he felt the hope he'd come in with waver ... until she paused mid-word as an alarmingly far-away look crept into her fire-red eyes.

It was done in a moment, as he registered her losing her footing just in time to dart forward and catch her. Given the fact that in his other form he'd very likely have tumbled right down with her in the attempted, looking up to find he succeeded was just short of exhilarating.

He didn't allow himself any pause to savor the feeling, instead looking her over and trying to catch her eye to determine if she was conscious or aware--and how likely she was to stay that way. His voice held the concern and understanding brought by having experienced what he knew she'd just undergone. "Oracle? Are you alright?"

#aclockworkoracle #ACO Thread #Evyr the Archer

theclockworkheir

The Trespasser || Evyr, Oracle Din

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She stood up in bed, holding her hand away from the bed curtains. It took a few steps for her to get hop off the bed and she was all too aware of the short nightgown she was wearing. She was grateful she hadn’t practiced the habit of sleeping in the nude, although that was mostly due to the priestesses who didn’t take ‘five more minutes’ for an answer in her youth.

She stared at the Sheikah coldly, turning over his words in her mind. It was clear he had no weapon in his hands, but he was a Sheikah. She’d grown up hearing rumors of what they could do, it didn’t seem like now was the time to doubt them.

"It’s incredibly rude to enter a young womans’ chambers unannounced." She spoke flatly, wondering who sent him and if it actually was safe to speak there. Her room was locked, Desmond was in his own small room off to the side. The only thing that had made her wonder for some time was the phone.

She glanced over at it, dismissing the fire and walking over to it. She yanked the entire thing out of the wall, frowning at the money wasted. But hadn’t it been useless? She couldn’t call out, nobody could call in. It stopped being confusing the first three days and then turned downright suspicious.

She tossed the phone out the window, not bothering to see where it fell. It’d no doubt smash when it hit the stone. She turned to him again, hands on her hips. “Alright, now I’m sure it’s safe. Who are you and who sent you?”

theclockworkheir

Evyr felt a blush creep into his cheeks when he realized how she was dressed, her leverage over him as she stood on the bed only making the view that much more ... compromising. She was not Malon, but ... well, she was not by any means hard to look at.

Nevertheless, she was an Oracle to one of the Golden Goddesses and not remotely someone who's legs he should be admiring. He swiftly averted his eyes and kept them upon the wall until he heard her step down from the bed.

What he saw when he met her eyes again made all the color drain from that sacrilegious blush. Something in her gaze. It was very subtle, not nearly as overt or as strong as he'd seen in the nobles that walked the palace halls, but he'd become sensitive enough to that kind of look to know it instantly and anywhere. The way she looked at him now was hardly a shade different from the way people looked at Impa whenever she was seen in the young Princess Zelda's company. His father, the knights, even the servants--human and non-human alike--he had seen gladly bare that look, openly and without apology, but ... Din? Truly? Wasn't she on the non-humans' side?

Evyr bit his tongue, silencing the impulse to remind the Oracle that her eyes were just as red as his or any Sheikah's, and moved forward with the reason he'd come. He had greater concerns than dirty looks, even if they were from highly unexpected sources.

Years of practice made dispelling the thought and relaxing his expression and voice almost startlingly easy. There would be no discernible tension left once she returned from sweeping past him to the window and hoisting her telephone out onto the concrete.

"My name is Princess Zelda," he said in a still-hushed tone (just in case), a smile touching his lips, "I do believe we've met. And you might say I was sent by a rather clever piece of inheritance."

He drew back and stood straight, and with one hand he gestured broadly to his now distinctly masculine face and body. "The things one learns from one's ancestors."

He relaxed his stance and adjusted his scarf to once more cover his face. "I apologize, but you'll have to take my word for it for the time being. I don't yet trust myself to quickly shift back and forth, but, as I said, this couldn't quite wait." His eyes fixed on Din, his gaze and tone solemn and intense. "Did you remember the boar?"

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The Trespasser || Evyr, Oracle Din

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She had been lightly sleeping at that point, close to truly drifting off. She’d spent too much time reading and writing, taking notes like she had during class. While she hated the homework and paying attention to strict teachers, the method of note taking had been incredibly effective.

She was half dreaming about her notes when there was a thud. It took a second for Din to register that it wasn’t apart of her dream before she sat upright in panic. She’d been waiting for it, ever since she’d hit the Voice—waiting for someone to quietly murder her in her sleep. Could it be that this was it?

Although her potential murderer seemed a bit slow on the uptake, apparently on the floor. She raised a hand when the figure called her name, and ignited her power along it to light up the room. If this was the moment of her death, it seemed altogether very embarrassing.

The young man was rather pretty. With dark skin, light hair and..red eyes. Dins’ own eyes flashed and she frowned considerably. So a Sheikah had snuck into her bedroom.

"Yes, that’s right. Who are you and what are you doing in my room? I’d advise you to answer quickly, or my hand might slip." She said coldly, the fire around her hand flaring up, as if it was searching for something to cling to and burn.

It seemed foolish to sit in her nightclothes in bed, but she didn’t want to move unless the Sheikah did, and if she were to move it’d be over the bed and away.

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[Notice: This thread is now taking place the night after Ganondorf's attack.]

Ah. So she had seen that. He'd been half hoping she hadn't.

Evyr had only a moment to try to reassemble himself and look at least somewhat dignified before Din interrupted by brandishing a flame-cloaked hand and an icy threat.

The Sheikah froze instantly, faltering in the midst of answering her questions and his hands raising open-palmed to show he held no weapon--his crossbow remained folded and slung to his back. "I-I don't mean you any harm, Oracle," he promised, his voice quiet and sincere, "I merely came to speak with you. ... Recent events rather require it."

Holding back the revelations burning on his tongue, his red eyes scanned the room where he stood before falling once more on the Oracle's. The palace was littered with unfriendly ears, he'd lived there long enough to be highly familiar with where was and wasn't private, and he had no doubt the church would be no different. "Before I introduce myself, I must ask, is it safe for us to speak here?"

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The Final Piece || Solo

Usually, should she wish to speak with the voices of the past she carried with her, she had to drop into meditation and find them. It was a rare occasion in which they commanded her attention instead.

The first time they had shouted like this, it had been when Ives held the beaten body of Malon's friend, Link, above a restless crowd. The second was when a deafening roar rung through the walls of the castle.

She'd managed to keep from losing consciousness this time, but only narrowly, her head flooded with images of ivory tusks and a red mane and merciless, vacant glowing eyes, flooded with memories of fear and rage and helplessness. She'd known the origin of that roar in too many lives for her to immediately count--she'd clearly liked it in absolutely none of them.

Her past selves protested as she tried to follow the sound, but she very stubbornly ignored them, until suddenly finding herself before a wall of knights gave her no such option. They were swift to usher her back to her quarters, two remaining steadfast in the hall when the door closed, and the nearest handmaiden only just managed to catch the Princess as she finally fell.

The servant's voice was hazy through the repeating scenes of chaos and battle and cold exchanges brimming with silent rage, and was the last thing Zelda registered before losing consciousness. "What a fright she must have had!"

Oh, shut up.

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The Trespasser || Evyr, Oracle Din

The Church was one of the most secure structures in Hyrule, patrolled by guards on the outside and in, and guarded only more heavily after that day's chaos. The entrance to the chapel itself was monitored and few were ever permitted to travel past it, let alone into the room of one of the Golden Goddess's vessels. Guards and other eyes lined the narrow halls, and so much as reaching the door without the proper permission was nothing short of unthinkable.

Considering that, it was very fortunate that the young Oracle was in the habit of leaving her window open.

The guards on the perimeter would have been a minor obstacle for a fully trained Sheikah, but at Zelda's--no, Evyr, he had to become used to calling himself Evyr--skill level, by the time the window was in sight the sun had long, long since left the sky. He knew how to step quietly, knew how to avoid others' eyes, Impa had taught that much long ago, but sneaking around the castle halls in a nightdress and invading the church grounds in the dead of night were clearly very different endeavors.

However long it took him, he managed, and even accomplished something halfway resembling grace as he slipped through the open window and onto the sill. The Sheikah novice was feeling quite proud of himself right up until he straightened up and introduced the back of his skull to the frame of the window with a rather resounding thud.

It took him a moment to rectify the fact that he was very suddenly upside down on the floor, and as his vision slowly stopped consisting of stars he registered a figure with a head of deep red hair now sitting upright in her bed.

"... Oracle Din?"

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Catching up (finally) | Zelda & Malon

If it were even possible, Malon’s grin widened—so much so that her cheeks began to ache in protest as she nodded hurriedly to her friend. “Like I could say no to that,” she turned away to set the bucket against the stalls before twisting back to her with a very dramatic and, to be frank, poorly-posed bow. “It would be an honor, Your Highness.” Her voice was songlike with her own laughter that fought to break through it as she hurried to pull Zelda’s prize horse and another from their stalls.

She moved quickly, more than practiced enough to saddle and tack both mares in no time at all. Although her fingers did shake as she went, excitement and joy bubbling up inside her chest as she hurried to tighten the belts. There was so much she wanted to tell the princess—so much that she wanted to hear about—and it felt like they couldn’t mount and leave the stables fast enough. The sooner they were out of the corral, the better.

Malon waited for Zelda to mount first, as one would expect a sovereign to do, and then heaved herself into her own saddle. She flashed the blonde an eager grin and gripped her reigns with a nod, “Lead the way, Princess.”

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Zelda had had every intention of helping saddle the horses (and perhaps sneaking a hug out of the sight of the guards in the process), but Malon was clearly very keen on getting the ride underway. Her favorite horse's reins were in her hands before the Princess had time to do much of anything, Malon back and smiling that bubbly smile as she waited on the royal to mount. Zelda couldn't help but smile back. After all, there would be time aplenty later, and for now they both had some fresh air to enjoy.

The young Hylian mounted from the ground and immediately had to hold the mare back, the long-unridden horse's hooves stamping at the ground beneath her. The young horse (Magpie, she had been dubbed) wasn't anywhere near the most noble animal in the stables, with a black and white painted coat and rather famously unruly temperament, but she remained Zelda's favored mount for anything that didn't involve looking formal.

All efforts to get the mare to walk only resulted in a high-stepping trot, the horse clearly as anxious to be out in the open as her rider was, and it was at that pace that Zelda led the way out of the gate, Malon--and a pair of mounted palace guards--close behind.

Thankfully, her horse's clear desire to go fast and go now gave a perfect excuse to put a bit of comfortable distance between the two girls and their armored companions. Still working carefully to reign in the mare and not get thrown in the process, Zelda turned and flashed Malon a grin. "It seems that this one has some energy to spare. Care to sprint for a bit, miss Lovett?"

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Evyr, the Sheikah Archer

Zelda's alter ego is now in effect.

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Inheritance || Solo

The magic had been woken the night of the Masquerade, the night of the elaborate trap the princess stood by and watched occur (just as she had so many things), the night of the untimely death of her patron Goddess's Oracle.

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