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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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[scionofwisdom.livejournal.com]

. . .

No.

[Please, please for the love of everything Nayru, please don't let last nights dream become reality. The fact Zelda can hear his voice is enough to make her want to scream.

This was not HAPPENING.]

[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]

[...]

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.]