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towerofanimus2012-03-02 06:36 am
sageprincess) wrote in towerofanimus2012-03-02 06:36 am
Nocturne ♪ Mourning
Characters: OoT!Zelda and passers-by
Setting: Room 1-09
Format: Starting in brackets
Summary: The Princess of Hyrule is resurrected and almost wishes she wasn't.
Warnings: More angst than you can shake a stick at.
[Zelda's first conscious act is to think that perhaps it was all a dream. A terrible, horrible dream caused by one too many late nights worrying about rebuilding Hyrule. There was no tower, no horrid games, no ancestors or descendants or ancient villains. Just shadows of anxiety clouding the world of her dreams.
But then the too stringent smell of the tower hits her, and she realizes she (still) can't move. It wasn't a dream. It was all real.
She... They had used her to kill Link. She couldn't move or scream or do anything except watch as they used her like a crystal bludgeon to kill her best friend. If she hadn't been with Link-- if Link hadn't been with her, maybe she would've been okay. Maybe she would have made it through the night like they promised they would - it's Link, after all, she has no doubt the hero would have been able to survive those monsters. But, no, she was selfish, clinging desperately onto something she shouldn't even have--
Suddenly, the sleep paralysis isn't the only thing making it hard to breathe. But she has no choice other than to wait it out, that gruesome, horrifying incident replaying in her mind again and again and again...
(Are weapons as much to blame as their wielders for such brutal deaths? She's not so sure of the answer anymore.)
When the paralysis finally releases her, and she's finally, finally able to move once more, she slowly sits up, curls her knees to her chest, and cries.]
Setting: Room 1-09
Format: Starting in brackets
Summary: The Princess of Hyrule is resurrected and almost wishes she wasn't.
Warnings: More angst than you can shake a stick at.
[Zelda's first conscious act is to think that perhaps it was all a dream. A terrible, horrible dream caused by one too many late nights worrying about rebuilding Hyrule. There was no tower, no horrid games, no ancestors or descendants or ancient villains. Just shadows of anxiety clouding the world of her dreams.
But then the too stringent smell of the tower hits her, and she realizes she (still) can't move. It wasn't a dream. It was all real.
She... They had used her to kill Link. She couldn't move or scream or do anything except watch as they used her like a crystal bludgeon to kill her best friend. If she hadn't been with Link-- if Link hadn't been with her, maybe she would've been okay. Maybe she would have made it through the night like they promised they would - it's Link, after all, she has no doubt the hero would have been able to survive those monsters. But, no, she was selfish, clinging desperately onto something she shouldn't even have--
Suddenly, the sleep paralysis isn't the only thing making it hard to breathe. But she has no choice other than to wait it out, that gruesome, horrifying incident replaying in her mind again and again and again...
(Are weapons as much to blame as their wielders for such brutal deaths? She's not so sure of the answer anymore.)
When the paralysis finally releases her, and she's finally, finally able to move once more, she slowly sits up, curls her knees to her chest, and cries.]
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The rocking certainly helps, but really, just being there with her is so comforting.]
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After she has managed to steady her breathing enough, she begins to hum a sad, soft lullaby under her breath, rocking to the rhythm.]
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He'd speak up to thank her - or to say anything, really - but... no. It'd ruin this; the feeling of peace, and that everything was okay.]