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[kingofthisworld]

[Ganondorf was sound asleep. Last night felt like a dream. A nice hazy dream. So now he's rolling over to get comfortable but has to stop because there's someone in his bed! Annnd that someone is...Zelda! Omai. Maybe this wasn't a dream.]

Good morning, Princess.



[ooc: Backdated to the morning after this]

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[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

[He yawns and stretches.]

Did you sleep well?

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[Zelda is absolutely horrified with herself, and with this situation. This had not happened. It couldn't have - it was impossible.

Glancing frantically around, she snatches the sheet loose in order to jerk away from him. She can't even formulate an answer for him.]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

Is there a problem?

[He arches an eyebrow.]

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[She snatches up her items of clothing, and answers him icily. Denial is the best way to handle this.]

Of course not.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

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Very well. So you'll be leaving then.

[Not a question. Just a statement of fact. Oh well.]

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

Of course I will be. I have no intentions of staying here.

[Yeah she knows you DON'T CARE B|]

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

As you wish.

[He watches her gather her clothes. HE DOES CARE ;A;]

Though I wish you would stay.

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[She pauses, turning her steely gaze on him.]

And why is that? So that you may...gloat? I would rather not be subject to that, if you do not mind.

[destinedtorule.livejournal.com]

I would hope it was because I enjoy your company, as I have told you time and time again.

[A little irritable sigh.]

But leave, as you always do. It makes no difference to me.

[Except that it does and it bothers him that it does. So he'll just roll over and turn his back to her.]

[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

[Her lips press together in a hard line.]

And it is because it makes no difference to you that I leave.

[She sweeps her sheet around her, making towards the door in an enratged (and relatively ashamed) huff.]