[The statue of Marth has not been moved or altered in any way. It is as gallant as it was when it all began. So nice that some people would probably be thrilled to keep it as an item of decor.
Perhaps the orange-haired princess won't be that cruel.]
[But Marth you'd look pretty swell in the bathroom. Or the living room. Hmmmm.
But she'd have to discuss that with her room mate and Midna really doesn't have the time to wait to talk to her. Whoever she is. Part of her wondered while wrinkling her nose if waking him up to the stench of the now was really the kind thing to do. Ohhh well.
This could have been a strangely romantic moment.
Until she unceremoniously dumped a good portion of one bucket over his head and upper body. Plurlp.]
[This was not romantic. It's even less romantic the moment you start pouring goop over the man who once had his hands around your heart.
On Marth's end it was less than romantic for the prettiest girl in all the world to be pouring chu juice on him. Not that he realised what it was as he began to regain feeling and the grey tone to his flesh worked on fading away into nothing.
There was an awful disconnect between dream worlds and reality. As a statue, it was like time suspended. His sword came down, his wrist unsuspecting of its weight and he went down with it. Only because the moment he'd reached out a hand to her, he understood well enough not to get her dirty as well.
[She had never been very good at accepting his chivalrous acts for what they were. Time had done nothing to change this. So there were her hands, brushing his goopy hair from his face and wiping away the excesses. Now that it was warming flesh beneath her fingers and not stone, it was easier to slide back into a grin.]
[And there she went. Touching him. And Marth had to take a few moments to figure out what she was doing. He watched her for a few moments and paused momentarily, before hesitantly raising a hand. And then he stopped himself again.]
He reached up for the closest hand to press his fingers between hers and pull her to him. For one of those embraces. It was for a combination of things. A reunion that they rightfully deserved. And because it was Midna.]
[Oh, hello. This was... distantly familiar. How long had it been? Too long. She wasn't sure how this was supposed to make her feel anymore. She let him have this moment, gently hugging him back.]
[He only held her for a few moments, as if it could say everything he wanted to. But it couldn't and he felt like if he even opened his mouth to start, she wouldn't want to hear it. So he kept to himself until he saw any indication as to why he should say anything.]
My bold streak. You have always been more bold than I have. I simply had not yet had the privilege of doing such a thing.
It is easier to do so when there are not demonic fowl about.
Yes, well, mine is hardly a surprise. Yours was a recent development last I was aware. It's good to see it hasn't faded any, with or without the spawn of demon poultry.
... Unfortunately you smell less than pleasant now. I suppose that extends to myself as well, actually.
[A recent development. It was. Because of what she told him...]
"So if you want me, then take it from me. I would not have you suffer alone."
[He nodded once, as though he firmly believed those words, even four years later. Or perhaps it was a combination of princely butterflies and a kind of respect he held for no one else.
Marth looked down to himself and he nodded once. Then he eyed her.]
You could only ever smell of loveliness. I do imagine, however, that a bath would be most welcome.
[...And perhaps he was supposed to ask her to join him for one. The temptation was certainly there, if only for the sake of talking more.]
[She maintained that smirk of hers, but beneath it she had been surprised to hear her words returned to her. What to do with them, after time had their way the both of them. Wasn't sure supposed to be keeping guard...]
Eee hee hee, yes, I think you could use one. Perhaps it will clear out that odd sense of smell of yours and return it to normal.
[Prolific. Just hearing her say it made him smile. He shook his head and fingered his chin in contemplation.]
I think...
[He paused.]
I will tell you what I think when you are both, wanting to hear it and ready to hear it. Until then...
I believe I may need to find a hose or a bath house or something. It seems less than appropriate for me to return to my room only for Silver to be subjected to the wafting scent.
Not to worry about that. I'm sure he's already drowning in it, with or without your addition to the mix. But it'd still do you some good, so I should only encourage this.
I'd join you, but I have a few more things to take care of, hee hee~
I am certain there are others in need. Once I am cleaned up, I believe I will also go to the others to see what I can do to lend a hand.
[Marth dusts himself off to the best of his ability. He looks terrible, though, and he knows it. There's no way to disguise how much of a haste he seems to be in to make himself prim and proper.
Maybe it's for her. Maybe it's for his pride. He's not quite sure why, but... It's there all the same.]
Sometime soon. We ought to catch up. If you would like. I am sure you are quite the busy ladyship.
Perhaps the orange-haired princess won't be that cruel.]
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But she'd have to discuss that with her room mate and Midna really doesn't have the time to wait to talk to her. Whoever she is. Part of her wondered while wrinkling her nose if waking him up to the stench of the now was really the kind thing to do. Ohhh well.
This could have been a strangely romantic moment.
Until she unceremoniously dumped a good portion of one bucket over his head and upper body. Plurlp.]
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On Marth's end it was less than romantic for the prettiest girl in all the world to be pouring chu juice on him. Not that he realised what it was as he began to regain feeling and the grey tone to his flesh worked on fading away into nothing.
There was an awful disconnect between dream worlds and reality. As a statue, it was like time suspended. His sword came down, his wrist unsuspecting of its weight and he went down with it. Only because the moment he'd reached out a hand to her, he understood well enough not to get her dirty as well.
Or covered in chu juice.]
. . . .
[The statued prince was effectively quieted.]
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Good morning, sunshine.
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...You will get it all over your hands.
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They're quite covered already. A little more won't hurt.
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He reached up for the closest hand to press his fingers between hers and pull her to him. For one of those embraces. It was for a combination of things. A reunion that they rightfully deserved. And because it was Midna.]
Midna.
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You've kept your bold streak.
[As if she were one to talk.]
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My bold streak. You have always been more bold than I have. I simply had not yet had the privilege of doing such a thing.
It is easier to do so when there are not demonic fowl about.
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Yes, well, mine is hardly a surprise. Yours was a recent development last I was aware. It's good to see it hasn't faded any, with or without the spawn of demon poultry.
... Unfortunately you smell less than pleasant now. I suppose that extends to myself as well, actually.
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"So if you want me, then take it from me. I would not have you suffer alone."
[He nodded once, as though he firmly believed those words, even four years later. Or perhaps it was a combination of princely butterflies and a kind of respect he held for no one else.
Marth looked down to himself and he nodded once. Then he eyed her.]
You could only ever smell of loveliness. I do imagine, however, that a bath would be most welcome.
[...And perhaps he was supposed to ask her to join him for one. The temptation was certainly there, if only for the sake of talking more.]
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[She maintained that smirk of hers, but beneath it she had been surprised to hear her words returned to her. What to do with them, after time had their way the both of them. Wasn't sure supposed to be keeping guard...]
Eee hee hee, yes, I think you could use one. Perhaps it will clear out that odd sense of smell of yours and return it to normal.
[She is going to gather her buckets.]
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I think...
[He paused.]
I will tell you what I think when you are both, wanting to hear it and ready to hear it. Until then...
I believe I may need to find a hose or a bath house or something. It seems less than appropriate for me to return to my room only for Silver to be subjected to the wafting scent.
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I'd join you, but I have a few more things to take care of, hee hee~
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[Marth dusts himself off to the best of his ability. He looks terrible, though, and he knows it. There's no way to disguise how much of a haste he seems to be in to make himself prim and proper.
Maybe it's for her. Maybe it's for his pride. He's not quite sure why, but... It's there all the same.]
Sometime soon. We ought to catch up. If you would like. I am sure you are quite the busy ladyship.
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