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[Well, thanks to Midna, Ganondorf now has a piano in his room. And he can be heard playing a rather haunting melody. He doesn't know his communicator is on.]

((OOC: Open commentlog for everybody. :D))

Date: 2009-09-26 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com
[Ganondorf has another visitor. Now imagine that.

This one is being super freaking quiet. So super freaking quiet, it'd be amazing if he heard her approach at all. Floating does wonders, you see. No worries about squeaky boards. It's a strand of her hair that announces her presence behind him. It presses down on a higher note, interrupting a cord.
]

Date: 2009-09-26 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] destinedtorule.livejournal.com
Midna.

[And he sneers. She was beginning to become a nuisance.]

What do you want?

[It seems he's always asking that question when she appears. Perhaps he'll get the answer one day.]

Date: 2009-09-26 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com
[She giggles, loving the way he says her name dripping with annoyance.]

Just making good of your invitation.

[It's too bad he takes up the entire piano bench. She'll just have to lounge on his bed. So sad.]

Date: 2009-09-26 02:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] destinedtorule.livejournal.com
[He turns to look at her. He's still not completely used to her true form.]

I hope that one day you will give me a straight answer to that question.

Date: 2009-09-26 02:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com
I enjoy our little game too much to end it over something as silly as your hope.

[A smile and a little wave.]

Date: 2009-09-26 03:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] destinedtorule.livejournal.com
[He rises fluidly from the piano bench and rounds on her.]

Oh this is so much more than a game, Midna. [inches closer and reaches out to brush a stray strand of her hair from her cheek.]

There must be something you want, as you continue to seek my company. Just tell me what it is. And perhaps I will give it to you. [A smirk.]

Date: 2009-09-26 03:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com
[He doesn't get the satisfaction of a flinch or a sneer. Just that same small smile that's full of secrets and quiet hatred.]

You of all people should know that getting anything just by asking is boring.

[She lies back and stretches.]

The fun lies in taking.

Date: 2009-09-26 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] destinedtorule.livejournal.com
Mm. Indeed. [And he appreciates the sight. Not even going to lie.]

I was, however, raised to respect women and to ask politely what business they would have with me.

[And that's technically not a lie. He just doesn't abide by it all the time.]

Date: 2009-09-26 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com
'Respect women.'

[Cackles.]

I think that's the most offensive thing I have ever heard you say.

[She sits up in that jerky, unnatural speed that belies her size and is just so hard to follow. In a second or two she's behind Ganondorf, hands on his back, leaning over his shoulder and looking down at him.]

You're silly.

Date: 2009-09-26 04:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] destinedtorule.livejournal.com
You mock my heritage?

[He whirls around and reaches for her wrists. But he's not-so-surprisingly slow for his size. He brings his face close to hers, his lips hovering only a few inches from hers.]

I do not like being mocked. What should I do about that?

Date: 2009-09-26 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com
[She gives him just enough time to finish his sentence before leaning forward and sucking on his lips.]

Date: 2009-09-26 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] destinedtorule.livejournal.com
[He pulls away.]

If you think to kiss me, then do so properly.

Sorry about that bb D8

Date: 2009-09-26 06:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com
I'll do as I please.

[She strokes his cheek, then puts her forefinger and thumb over his nostrils and honks his nose with a big ol' smile.]

Sorry for what? >___>

Date: 2009-09-26 08:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] destinedtorule.livejournal.com
[He twists his head away from her.]

You are beginning to aggravate me.

Oh it's fine, bb <3

Date: 2009-09-26 08:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] destinedtorule.livejournal.com
[He smirks]

Or perhaps I'm tired of playing.

8>

Date: 2009-09-26 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com
Well, then you lose.

[She's very matter-of-fact.]

Date: 2009-09-26 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] destinedtorule.livejournal.com
And what have I lost?

[He's reaching for her waist, just to make things interesting.]

Date: 2009-09-26 08:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com
I can think of several things, but to tell you...~

[She trails off, drawing little symbols of her tribe across his chest in quick, light strokes. Nothing comes of them, of course. She's just touching. She doesn't seem to mind that he's gone for her waist, but she's yet to step into the contact--draw any closer than she already is.]

Date: 2009-09-28 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] destinedtorule.livejournal.com
[Well Midna needn't worry, as he'll be the one drawing her closer. He ignores the symbols traced across his chest and instead smirks at her.]

Is there a consolation prize?

Date: 2009-09-29 12:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheres-my-puppy.livejournal.com
[There's no resistance. In a fluid motion, she steps closer and grins.

And shakes her head 'no'.
]

Date: 2009-10-02 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] destinedtorule.livejournal.com
There must be something you want to give me.

[He's closing the gap between them.]
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