Ganondorf

[Dru is practically drugged on the scents filling the boat today. With her heightened sense of smell, no one even has to be close to her for her to get high on the magic left by the plush dolls.

At the moment, she's basically walking around with her eyes shut, humming and waving her hands slowly near her head, with the light-hearts. She's following the scents blindly and when she senses one nearby, she opens her eyes to see a large... demon? She was unaware there were demons on this boat.

She drifts towards Ganondorf slowly, eying him, almost hungrily.]

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[Dru doesn't register to Ganondorf immediately. As a matter of fact, he passes her by without so much of a cursory glance. But when he breezes by, he stops mid-step and turns around to look at her.

There's something off about her and he's not sure he can place his finger on it. But he notices the look in her eye and he tilts his head at her.]

Do you need something?

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[Her gaze moves slowly to his face, a longing in her eyes.]

That smell... is more intoxicating that death.

[She moves closer to him, breathing in deeply.]

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[A sneer curled his lips. What in the world is this loon going on about?]

What smell?

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[She draws nearer and places a hand flat on his chest.]

You, my dear... you smell like a fiery moon.

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[Ganondorf didn't look amused, especially since she placed her hand on him. He didn't make it a habit of letting people he didn't know touch him. So he not-so-gently bats her hand away.]

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

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[She is unfazed by the swat and stares up at Ganondorf's eyes.]

Do you not smell it, my love? It's like stars singing and dancing in my chest...

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No. I do not.

[He starting to think Dru is a little batty, and therefore not worth his time. So he pushes past her.]

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[Drusilla can't stand for that kind of treatment. As soon as Ganon shoves past, she reaches out and grabs his arm, her strength suddenly betraying her figure. Her tone is suddenly harsher.]

You mustn't go. I can give you anything you want, love... but you mustn't leave...

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You have nothing I desire.

[He gives her a pointed glare. Oh honey, big mistake. But her increase in strength doesn't go without notice.]

Remove your hand. Now.

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[She continues to stare at him longingly, not heeding his unspoken warning. She steps quickly towards him, her body almost touching his as she breathes in the scent.]

How can you not smell that? Is it... natural? No one can be that naturally delicious...

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[Since she hasn't removed her hand, like he ordered, he grips her wrist with strength on par with hers. He continues to sneer at her.]

I smell nothing. And you, madam, are treading on dangerous ground.

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[Dru's eyes widen and a slow smile comes over her mouth. Surely Ganon didn't intend for her to enjoy that, but...

She rubs her cheek against the hand he holds her wrist with.]

Mmm... I can especially smell it on your hand...

[Quickly, she flicks he tongue over his knuckles.

Yeah. She's definitely insane.]

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[If it's any consolation, Zelda feels the same about her stuffed animal. She sees little sense in having it (and will never admit to picking it up and giving it a little squeeze.

She'd left the candy alone as well, she's seen the affects of such things before and has little interest in being changed into something...uncomfortable.

She'd left her room for a stroll down the halls - Zelda doesn't get out enough and she knows it, but she decides that perhaps a walk will do her some good.

It must be her lucky day, running into Ganondorf like this.]

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[He yanks his hand back. Who the hell is this?]

You need to be on your way. And I will be on mine.

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[Why yes it is your lucky day, Zelda dear. Ganondorf hasn't forgotten what he said about spending more time with you while he lacked a verbal filter. And he still intends to, when he's done saving face. He gives her a small smile and nods to her.]

You look well, Highness.

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[Zelda thinks otherwise on this luck she seems to have around here, but he's seen her and it isn't quite in her to be rude.]

I am, yes. [Keep it civil, keep it pleasant.]

I have not seen you in some time. Are you doing well? [She knows you did something bad. She sees the punishments, even if she doesn't verbally comment on them.]

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I've been well enough.

[Hey now. He wasn't bad on purpose. He tried to diffuse a bad situation. She just didn't know how to let it go. Give the man some credit. :|]

Enjoying the holiday?

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Hm. [She doesn't comment, instead she steps closer, curious about something she can smell. Now isn't that interesting.]

I suppose. It...is not one I personally have ever celebrated before.

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[He notes her moving closer, but thinks nothing of it.]

Nor have I. We do not have such ridiculous celebrations at home.

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[She stops, contemplating her movement as if she'd just noticed it. Hm.]

No. We do not either. [She glances around.]

It seems a tad ridiculous.

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Is there something wrong, Zelda?

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Of course not. [She scoffs, backing up a pace.]

What makes you think something is wrong?

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[He shrugs, lifting his hands as he does so.]

You seem off is all. But as you say.

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[She doesn't move.]

Do I. Perhaps it is simply because I have grown tired of the ship.

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I share your sentiments. But that still doesn't explain your behavior.

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What about my behavior is so strange?

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[He rubs his beard and looks thoughtful.]

Hm. I cannot seem to put my finger on it.

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