Lullaby ♩ Rest

[sageprincess]

Characters: Princess Zelda and you!
Setting: Infirmary; Day
Format: Starting in action, will switch to prose if you'd like!
Summary: After getting beaten up by Ghoul Powder'd Momotaros and subsequently rescued by SS!Link, Zelda's stuck in recovery. She's not exactly thrilled about it.
Warnings: Vague mentions of injuries, nothing too gruesome.


[Well, she supposes only being incapacitated once without actually dying in the process is a pretty good track record for someone who's been in this accursed place over eight months now.

Wander into one of the few non-ruined floors - the infirmary - and you'll find one Princess of Hyrule laid up in bed. She isn't as bad off as she could be (healing magic is something she definitely needs to learn more about), but there are still bandages peeking out under her clothing here and there, bruises where the wrappings don't cover, and even the stubborn Princess herself recognizes that she should probably stay put for a while.

Still, that doesn't mean it isn't horrifically boring. There's a notepad of Fellowship related things at her bedside table - an attempt to get something done when she can't do much else, but even that grows dull and stagnant after a while.

Someone please save the princess from her own boredom.]

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[sageprincess]

... To say that flash of red doesn't send a instinctive, horrid chill down her spine would be a lie. That said, however, after a moment's observation it is obvious the man has come to his senses in some regard, and the unnatural, deathly feeling that once cloaked him has vanished in it's entirety.

Zelda straightens slightly, swallows that residual fear, and speaks up.

"It is rude to lurk in doorways, you know."

[alwaysataclimax]

There's a sputter and probably a bit of swearing once Zelda says that, and Momotaros draws his head back, then plants his back flat against the door.

"Yeah, well..." He pauses, not really sure where to go from here with that. He eventually speaks up again, though it's likely more reserved than anything Zelda's heard out of the Imagin.

"...ain't like I could do any worse than I already did."

[sageprincess]

... He's scared.

Zelda sighs a bit, the corners of her lips quirking upwards in a small smile. If she had any linger doubt left in her mind that the hiding Imagin was not to blame for the incident, it leaves her in that moment.

"You could have done it consciously, of your own will. As it stands, however, I hardly think you are any more to blame than someone who had been brainwashed or otherwise manipulated by an outside source."

If she were to blame him for that, she would also have to blame Nabooru for falling to the twin witches' spell, after all.

[alwaysataclimax]

Well. Facing up to crap he's done - even if he didn't do it on purpose - is scary. Especially when his loudmouth self put him on rocky ground before.

There's a few moments of quiet that pass, then he sighs in frustration before actually stepping into the room. "I still oughta at least see the damage done," he says, then plunks down in a nearby chair. "That way I know just how much payback I owe whoever caused this. I ain't nobody's puppet, damn it."

[sageprincess]

She can't help but blink a bit in surprise as he sits at her bedside. That was hardly the course of action she was expecting him to take (then again, what was she expecting him to do, anyway?), but she makes no protest. In fact, there's a hint of a wry smirk in her eyes at his words, though she continues to speak with her typical caliber of formality.

"May I ask for a few extra hits to be thrown in on my behalf, then? Being stuck here is hardly the most pleasant of experiences, I will have you know."

[alwaysataclimax]

NOBODY EXPECTS THE MOMOTAROS VISITATION

Momotaros is rather the opposite of Zelda here, in mannerisms - informal and crass. He nods at her request, then chuckles. "Of course - definitely gonna repay 'em for you. And for others." That last bit is quiet, resigned. He's gotta do this song and dance three more times before he's done. This 'doing the right thing' stuff is hard when it's not beating up the bad guys.

He doesn't dwell on it long, as he hauls out something that makes a faint, jingling metal sound, and tosses it up at Zelda. "Here," he says - whether Zelda catches it, or it lands on her lap, the item in question is a linked pair of metal loops. "It's not exactly top-tier entertainment, but it oughta help a little."