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Midna needed some cash and what better way to get some then to hawk some from some stolen gaudy jewelry that likely whoever owned this penthouse wouldn't even miss. It'd been easy to steal his key card after bumping into him on the street. It really was such an easy sleight of hand, and where he lived was stupid enough to print the name of the complex and the apartment number on the card.
She had found a jack pot. If she kept this card she could just knick a few things here and there, have a steady flow of cash and that douche would never know.
Her glamorous plans all came to a screeching halt when she heard him enter the apartment. Was he supposed to be back so early? Damn it. She shoved the jewelry in her pocket and ducked behind the couch. All she had to do was sneak out of here and she'd be home free. No burglary charge today!
Breathe softly, Midna... quiet steps... She'd done this before.
The young woman slowly began tip toeing to the door....
He really didn't need this right now. Crazed fan or otherwise, Vaati's demeanor went cold. Even if he was a famous face fawned over by thousands of this city, he wasn't above bloodying his hands with someone trespassing where they didn't belong. His key card... And how did they enter in the first place with the tower security stupidly oblivious.
Just as intended before his little suspicions, he ran some cool water in a glass. Casually grabbing a knife in the process.
This waiting and watch game, cat and mouse as he listened intently for the smallest of shuffles. Awareness finally rewarding, not with sound, but the shifting of black caught in the eye of his exotic bat in its cage.
There. Knife in hand, he threw it abruptly at the intruder.
@serandipity and flirting fangs with Midna
Vaati would only smile, gaze falling lidded as their mutual red gaze held the other. Nevermind her being queen of the realm, but Midna was rather beautiful. As dull as her court may have been, she was not so short of amusement when he needed the entertainment. And fortunately for her, he waited long enough to 'act' out upon his impulses when the moments were private as so.
Not shying back from this close proximity, he hummed. "Well, my indulgences seem to be working, Your Highness. You've not once batted me away, only turned your gaze upon me as you are doing now. Unafraid. Watchful and cautious. Confidently regal and so ready to challenge me at any moment if I should lift a malevolent hand upon your realm. So I can't help but wonder if you are as curious of me as I am you."
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The unexpected guest was at the very least amusing. Midna had no reason him to throw him in the dungeons yet. He didn't seem to have the same machinations for the throne that some of the other outsiders in the palace had. She always had to be wary though.
He had made vague threats about ruining the world of light, and she's become increasingly aware that he's likely trying to get into her good graces to try and make that goal possible.
Unfortunately for him, that goal was easier said than done.
Midna watched him trace gentle lines down the markings on her arms-- seemingly enamored by the patterns and the magic woven into them. As a sorcerer he probably was just interested in the actual magic, but the touch is soft. Pleasant even.
And strange that he felt bold enough to touch a queen like this.
"Are you satisfied with your observation, Vaati? Twili magic is different from the world of light. It's not something mastered easily."
Even with his most charming smile, things were amusingly at ease. By no means was he content, not trapped in this dimension. But buying his time whilst his strength grew and he learned of more of this twilight realm was enough of a distraction alongside this queen. This princess~
The first touch had been an allure, although the actual contact captivated him in a new way as he traced her waves of magic infused upon her skin. Entranced as he studied.
Vaati only hummed when he was called out- pleased she did not simply bat him away and continued his magical map.
"There are different variations of magic of the light realm. I am master of all the elements and darkness. Yet my magic is unlike that of Hyrule's princess which is bathed in light. Hers, of course, is different than any other of the world of light. I siphoned a portion of that light into my own being long ago from one of her ancestors. My memories before that event are hazy. However, I recall I held a special ability breaking down magical properties. It has never left."
He didn't know why he felt revealing all this unto her, but there was no harm in bragging a little of his superiority. The mage only turned her arm over, continuing his scrutiny.
"I suspected something similar here, of course. I could feel it in the air. Only now I'm curious just how your magic compares to that of normal twili..." His blood red gaze finally cut up towards hers. "You would not be a monarch were you not special."
She should have pulled away, but there's an ache in her heart that simply yearned to be loved-- that no longer wanted to isolate herself from people to pay a penance for the pain she had caused. This is perhaps how she reasoned with herself that this was okay. Maybe if he stole the last of her light from her this horrid existence would simply end.
Once it was made clear that Vaati was not going to pull away his grip became firm and their kiss deepened even further. Tongues clashed hungrily for dominance in this moment. Who would win? The Goddess of Light or the hungry demon lord?
His voice growled her name-- strangled, hungry, wanting, needy...
He doesn't give her time to respond before guiding her along to the temple. She isn't quite sure why he wants the privacy. There isn't anyone here anyway. If he wanted to ravage her he could.
Was this his attempt at being thoughtful? Hardly the behavior of a demon lord.
"Do you even know where the bed chambers of the temple even is?" She mused. He seemed flustered and trying to figure out the best way forward from here.
Spying the offering table, she pushed him towards that. It was closer and if she was going to indulge, she had to do it before the she thought better of it.
"If you're offering yourself to a Goddess, then do it properly."
He'd intended to find the most comfortable pew of this temple. Somewhere where they could continue trading these carnal desires. Though at her insistence going elsewhere... there of all places... He laughed to himself as he shook his head. Would he grow wings to carry them faster.
Though it was not himself the offering. Vaati pushed the goddess back upon her own alter. A twisted opportunity too late for her to take back. She looked... perfect. Scarlet eyes took in that flushed face. How her long, golden hair pooled and swallowed the their table.
He'd longed to have her to himself. This admiration and wait. The ache lingering in a deeper part of his being to have her simply touch him. Pathetic as it was, he could finally release an exhale for such a secondary moment as he fought to free himself.
Brief as his admiration at this vantage may have been, his hands laid rest upon her knees trailed upwards in parting this goddess shade's thighs and laying himself upon her.
The fact that he did not know what she was speaking of answered her question. This demon had no knowledge of the Triforce, only the power of light housed within the Royal Family. He was not a part of the wheel of destruction her family had been forced to live through for centuries.
There’s an iciness to Zelda’s gaze– a hardness and a defiance. He could brandish storms and become monstrous, but he would not be Hyrule’s destruction. Vaati was just some demon who had stumbled into power calling himself a demon lord. A sorcerer was not a god– nor was it really a demon.
“If you have to ask what it is then my question is answered. You came into power, but you are not power. There is a difference. I thought for a moment the wheel of fate had begun to turn once more, but you are just an intrusion. Hyrule will survive– I will survive–... That much is necessitated by fate, you… however…”
There’s a pause, before the smallest of smirks graces her delicate features
“Your fate is more nebulous. The fates won’t be as kind to you.”
Foolish princess. Something within him snapped. Playing her accommodating host in his home, going to generous lengths to woo her and see to her comfort. Charming smiles and boast his greatness. It all had only delayed the boiling rage, but his dear wife pulled the trigger.
Darkness overtook him, violently churning and growing larger. Shadows took form, and from it cried something monstrous until it seeped through the window. It wailed angrily and golden horns shot forth atop the monster as a great crown while wings and arms sprout from the mass now at least five times larger than what the mage once was.
Again he roared with thunder as a large blood red eye cast down his gaze towards Hyrule below. Wrath incarnate. Gargantuan arms slung spells madly.
"I AM A GOD!"
He'd show her. He'd show them.
Claws gathered the winds, crafting tornadoes already touching down upon the land below and setting them ablaze with fire and lightning. Everything would burn, break, and the dust will scatter in the wind.
He was all flattery until the topic of the Princess of Light and her hero came up. Then, Vaati's gaze sharpened and Midna felt certain she was seeing his true nature. The twili woman knew that had he not been weakened, he would be very dangerous indeed.
"Our ancestors sought to take that which they could not have and were punished for it. There is no point weeping what has happened," Midna hummed. The Twili Realm suited them well enough, and they had no complaints. All things considered, their banishment had been beneficial to them to an extent in that they got to live in peace.
Midna returned his sharp gaze with one of her own.
"No, you won't. If that were possible, don't you think we would have already? The Mirror of Twilight has four keys. Three of which do not exist in this realm at all. This magic was made by the Golden Goddesses themselves. No amount of magic other than their keys are going to open up that portal, nor would I advise you to try."
After all, doing so was likely just inviting trouble for her realm.
"Do not give me reason to throw you in the dungeon."
No point in weeping for the past. He couldn't sympathize with that statement. Time and history may have faded, but for him everything which transpired was personally afflicted. Not unto ancestors. Vaati's gaze didn't soften with this, even as she hovered above.
He listened unto her four keys. Strange such lengths were taken for these people. Methodically severed access to a realm now one way trip. Keeping the last here where even light dwellers could not open the bridge. The demon snorted, however.
"I've been sent here to be ridden of their realm and you think I can be contained in a dungeon? That's cute."
Pushing himself to get up, ignoring both her and her guards, Vaati had to bite back a small hiss were he could still feel burning from of the arrows Zelda had fired. Cursing her magic under his breath. Once he healed and regained his full strength, she'd not act so high and mighty.
"I have no qualms with you or your people. My ire exists solely on Hyrule. I don't foresee a carefree life here midst your shadows. I. Want. Out."
She was humoring him. She could have put a decisive end to this and his career if she really wanted to. They were both taking a risk by having this kind of relationship. However, it's clear that he's talking about this moment.
Did she have a change of clothes...? She could certain have some delivered if necessary. Money took care of most problems. As she pondered the question, she feels Vaati's hands snaking under her blouse and exploring her body, pulling her closer so she could feel the firmness of his body against her. There was a warmth about being desired so carnally.
Her clothing was being made quick work of uttering praise for her and she shivers. She just wanted to drown in his touch for a moment-- to give herself completely over to someone. For just a moment she was tired of having to stand on her own.
A hand was pressed to Vaati's chest to begin unbuttoning his shirt while leaning in to kiss him. Everything had to be a competition-- a negotiation with Hylia, and these moments were no different. Even now, her kisses were an attempt to wrest control from Vaati.
"Don't ruin the tights this time. They're expensive."
Finally. She was giving in and he was enjoying every second of it. Vaati wouldn't yield his tongue over just yet. Something he'd learned and tested by the way she'd occasionally seek him out for support- perhaps not through words, but in moments like this where the CEO opened herself up to their affairs. As much as she teased in her strict ways, Hylia wanted something out of this.
But he guessed he could spare her tights this time.
Letting her shed his shirt to the floor, those tights of hers were next to go before he forgot. Cupping her face for a few more open mouth kisses, Vaati would withdraw and lower himself. Not quite kneeling, but carefully taking care of that skirt and slipping fingers into the waistband that everything may be pulled down painfully slow. Smirking up at her, he'd toss those pretty garments aside, too.
Time. Time... He wasted no more delving a teasing, single digit up betwixt those eager lips.
"I'm just trying to understand your actions," she responded simply.
"What's there to understand? I see what I like, and take it. No one can stop me," he answered as if it were obvious.
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Perhaps it was foolish to believe that she could get through to him, but empathy was a part of wisdom. She was trying to understand him, and that perhaps by understanding with him, by empathizing with him, and by comforting him she might have been able to keep him from destroying Hyrule any further and in the process destroying himself.
He was right. He wouldn't go back to the the sword. The only thing left for him would be the grave.
And would it be foolish of Zelda to say she did not wish for that?
"Vaati. These are not the same people who sealed you. The people you have grudges against are dead and buried. If you must seek revenge, then it's me your vengeance wants."
She would give herself up if it meant she could save Hyrule, but also if it meant she could maybe save him. He was not like the curse that followed her family line...
"That's not true. I've seen the parts of you that are not wrath. You are more than just your angry. I know you are."
Teeth only gritted further, as if wrestling with himself while listening to her. Dark aura had started rising from him- a demon's influence that both heated and chilled the air. His body may as well been a kettle reaching its boiling point.
"I have tried hating you. Like I hate that hero," he hissed. He couldn't harm her. He wanted that light, but something prevented him from snuffing it out. "I... I can't..."
I can't kill you.
Something won't let me.
That darkness began condensing, forming wings upon the mage's back and enlarging themselves as he turned from her towards the window. He would need take out that wrath upon something soon with the feelings only growing. Dwelling upon the actions of his imprisonment, this aim of redirecting the blame. It was frustrating. His way was so much easier.
"I was so weak before. This power is mine. And so are you. I don't care about anything or anyone else!"
She isn't quite sure where the young man got the audacity to act as if this was anything more than a casual fling. Perhaps he believed that his pretty words of flattery was something that Hylia wanted or needed. For the moment they were nice-- a brief respite, but she knows well not to hold any stock in those words. She never could.
He pulled the CEO against him, a familiar excitement pressed upon her. Ah, he was always quite excitable wasn't he? Younger men always were.
It was clear Vaati wanted more. Hylia could not allow that for a number of reasons, and in typical fashion, she denies him, "Perhaps another time. My private nights are something you earn the right to. Continue to do well and I might acquiesce."
She never would. But if he was going to act so confidant that he deserved such personal access to her then she'd toy with him a bit before cutting him off. He was not the first, and would not be the last.
"For now..." Her hands trail down the fine ripple of his muscle pressed up against a shirt that is too tight before trailing down to firmly paw over the bulge in his pants, "Let us focus on the matter at hand. Already so excited and you haven't even begun to touch me. Do you think I should humor you today or do you think you deserve to be toyed with a bit more?"
Lips had parted, and a breath hitched within his throat from her touch. He didn't care to be putty in her hands. Part of the charm was his mouth- whether he was speaking or not, and then by other means. Flattery and flirtation, Vaati didn't know of a single woman that didn't enjoy of it in some degree. Call him curious, but insinuating all the more than this casual meet and greet would be delightfully even more scandalous.
He still managed a toothy grin, follow by another teasing nip.
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It's a cool fall morning. She might be feeling needy this morning, so a certain demon lord is gonna find a certain goddesses' shade cuddled up to him this morning.
It had been one of those time he'd been mostly comfortable. With the changing of seasons, having an ever-present wind meant the demon would gradually freeze more and more. The bite of the crisp air had drove him beneath a heavy blanket and he'd remained comfortably unmoving in deep sleep for quite some time.
The shifting of the bed and ultimately his warm quilt caused the tiniest glimpses of scarlet to peek from beneath veiling lavender lashes. What would have surprised most others, Vaati seemed only barely able to register what was going on in his sleep-drunken state. However, half awake that he was, Hylia was drawn close against him. Head tucked beneath his chin. The covers were brought closer, tighter to rebuild the warmth again.
A hand stroked the bare skin of her back, until the motions eventually slowed into a stop. And the demon had once again drifted back into a lulling slumber.
She is.
She was… annoyed.
But once the initial ire had come to pass, Zelda began to think. How long did she spend living in the ignorance that optimism provided, ignoring the envious glint in his eyes whenever she brought up her beloved friend? She'd hoped… she'd hoped, she hoped, she hoped.
She had so foolishly hoped that the two could become friends. But was she getting ahead of herself again? Will such a thing ever happen? Time and time again, the mage makes his displeasure very much known to her, and often Zelda would step back.
"I," she starts, but stops.
Zelda sighed softly, she pulled away from his embrace and turned her back towards him as she walked a few steps away from Vaati. She was quiet, but silence did not exist in the skies. The wind carried reassurance, promise, that permeated all of the islands that hung above The Surface. Zelda closed her eyes, taking a moment to listen to the winds, gathering her thoughts before inhaling sharply through her nose and exhaling. Her beating heart finally slowed down.
"Look. I wish for you guys to meet, but if you don't want to get to know him, that's fine. However, I don't like it when anyone talks bad about him." She turns towards him. Her tone and expression softened as she said:
"Even if it's from you."
The wind once again makes its presence known. And Zelda's gaze searched for his for a good amount of time. She shook her head. No, today she didn't want any negative thoughts flooding her head. It has been while, a long, long while, since she's seen the demon. So, she smiled brightly and clapped her hands together.
"Well, that's enough of that!" The sudden mood change made her inwardly cringe, but Zelda wanted to move past this. "I didn't come here looking to pick any fights with you. I came here––"
She approaches Vaati with a hope in her step, her hands clasped behind her as she leans close to him.
"To see you, silly."
When she'd pulled away, Vaati watched and did not stop her. Just admired the way she stood beautifully in the wind, being so close despite the bittersweet parting. He wanted her... And he wanted her for himself.
But again, her words drew a shift in him. A stark surprise. There was disappointment and disapproval towards him, even if her reprimanding words softened there at the end. The demon could only stand there, a bit wounded despite his efforts to not let it be seen.
Great...
He REALLY didn't want to meet Link. He'd sooner wish knock the annoying knight off his loftwing on sight. ...not that he'd admit it with Zelda's prying eyes and ears learning anything and everything from everyone else. And rather than saying anything in defense or opposition, that surprise vanished, and scarlet eyes cased their gaze off to the side towards his palace wall. His mouth in a firm line. Unhappy. A bit naturally prideful given he was in fact a demon, and therefore would not apologize for whatever he said. And all he could think of was WHY?
Then such a change....
Passing a glance back down upon her, he weighed the sincerity. To see him... Playing with the seam of his tunic, he eventually sighed. For no matter how much he wished to delve into his nature, it seemed nigh impossible holding any sort of resentment upon Zelda. Though it didn't mean his mood would lift instantly given the current situation.
A hand raked through his lavender bangs. "Then I assume you want to go to the Surface?"
The disappointment did not dissipate.
“I see."
"How would you feel, were it you in my place?"
There was... a slow blink with his smile beginning to fade.
This maneuver...
"You're really going there? Were I in your place, I would fawn all over me. Try something else rather than looking so sour. I'm not that bad." A pause. But he eventually shrugged as if that matter was debatable, and yet not worth the time explaining.
Her lips set a firm line in turn - not unlike the expression of a disappointed mother.
“And so you grab a stranger without asking?”
"Of course~" He said it like he did it all the time. ...which he does. Most of the time in an entirely different form, but a giant bat was details better left out for the moment.
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