Somebody waits for you, kiss her once for me

[ottermuse]

HO HO THE MISTLETOE!Somehow, you're in a castle. You don't know how. You don't know why. All you know is that the place is huge, richly furnished, and packed with guests. The decorations seem to suggest a holiday, but exactly what holiday isn't necessarily clear: some people might see a Christmas tree, others a Menorah, others star charts marking

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[hylianxsheikah]

The castle was unfamiliar, yet not everyone in it. He knew at first glance the entity that called himself a god--would have known it even without a glance, from the subtle sense power that cloaked him as he moved through the stone corridors. And so he followed as only a Sheikah could, so silently he was a part of the shadows themselves, aware always of the long dagger in its sheath at the small of his back.

Could one such as he kill a being such as this? No doubt it would require more than a dagger, even for a fallen god.

Treading behind him into the gallery, he passed under the green plant while the bloodlust grew ever-stronger. What would it take to kill a god? Perhaps he'd manage to find out.

[hylianxsheikah]

He supposed he should have expected to be discovered. It would not be so simple with a god, even a fallen one, but that he had known. The shadows he shed like a cloak as he stepped forward into the room, making himself corporeal again. There he stood, without a weapon drawn yet ready to draw one in an instant. The god made have been assured of his power, but Sheik was assured of the quick insidiousness of the shadow.

"I hope you cannot say you didn't expect this," he said softly.

[hylianxsheikah]

"There's only one way to find out."

His voice remained very quiet, the fury in him strictly controlled so that not a hint of it could be heard. He wouldn't given this entity any more reason toward arrogance; wasn't there enough of it in him already? Enough to corrupt his lady, to turn her mind and her heart, and all the worse that some part of him could see why. It wasn't light in the god that could draw him like a moth to flame, but there was something nonetheless. A power with its own pull.

He advanced a few steps further, still without drawing the dagger. "You will not take her from me."

[hylianxsheikah]

"I would," he said grimly. "You manipulated her. You've turned her from the goddesses. Better for her that you are gone."

And for him, too. He wouldn't admit his hypocrisy aloud, but nor could he deny it to himself. The figure of the god before him was strangely compelling, and at last he drew the dagger, determined to end this.

"Come on."

((ooc: I'm good with whatever you want to do if they end up fighting, bb. You know the god's strength better than me. I'm good with not fighting too!))

[hylianxsheikah]

"Enough." Sheik's voice was tight, his control over his emotions slipping. "You know nothing of her. You are too arrogant to ever see your own intrusions."

It wasn't so difficult to rein himself in ordinarily. It was something about this place, this room, this tension between he and the god like a cord pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment. Perhaps if he could see clearly he would realize how foolish it was to take on a being of his size and strength armed only with the Sheikah dagger, deadly sharp though it was. But dagger and shadow were his only weapons, and somehow he would prevail.

And he must not fail to use all of the shadow's wiles, dangerous as they were even to him. He slipped into that soft and hungry element, letting it cloak him as it had when he had followed the god, and saw again with an inner sight the strange burning power in the god that was not quite light. Yet like light it seemed to call to him, and he answered, lunging forward with the dagger ready to slice into it.

((ooc: sounds good! I imagine the god

[hylianxsheikah]

Sheik was determined that this be brought to a swift end, one way or another. But perhaps it was his failing to think that it could be ended at a time and place like this: patience usually availed him. Yet he trusted in the shadow to keep him hidden, in his own ability to attack unseen...

Until his wrist was caught in midair, the swift interception unexpected enough to halt him in his tracks. For only an instant, though, and the dagger was dropped into his waiting left hand and he cut forward in a silver arc.

[hylianxsheikah]

He expected the dagger to strike its mark, but to his frustration the god's armor proved strong even against the keenness of his weapon, and he was seized before he could make another motion. Apparently there would be no second chance. He might have tried to reach the god's throat if he could have, but both arms were held firm in his grasp; he could not even lift the dagger.

Without strength to match the god's he had virtually no chance of breaking free. He tried anyhow, throwing his weight back against the hard grasp, to no avail. The red eyes were bright as he lifted his chin, defiant. This had been badly done. What had made him confront the god now, with so little control?

[hylianxsheikah]

He fought, of course--not struggling, as that would have been pointless and undignified--but by leveraging his weight against the god's hold by gradual degrees, subtly testing the strength of that grasp. To his frustration, nothing he did seemed to come remotely close to breaking it.

Against opponents who had the advantage of strength and height and weight, which in truth was most of them, a Sheikah's strategy was simple: find the opponent's flaw and target it with swift, unerring precision. Why then had he failed to do so? Why did it seem there was no weakness in the god to exploit, no limitation to his strength? He was not even fazed, his voice infuriatingly level when he spoke.

"Is it not clear?" Sheik's voice, on the other hand, would tighten no matter what effort he made to control it. It was as though the subtlety and sly detachment of the shadow had fled him completely, leaving charged emotion in its place. He didn't only feel angry, he felt alive. His hand tightened on the hilt of the dagger, the muscles of his forearm