Who really needs fancy titles? A very sexy log
Who: Ganondorf, Nabooru
What: who cares it's sexy
Where: The sexy room Somewhere on campus. Like a library.
When: August 18th. Sometime.
Warnings: SEXY
Now this was an unusual sight. At least recently. Perhaps last year, he might have sneaked off into the library to read a most delightful tale to a few of the younger students, but so much had changed that repeating such an event would almost seem an offense to himself. Or so, he would like to think.
Regardless, he was not here for such...pleasantries. Rather, he was browsing the Hyrulian section, of all places. A secret to most, the library held many copies of texts that the Hyrule library itself had. For someone who could not go there, this place was a small boon. Ganondorf needed that information, if he was to slowly lay out the plans before him. The maps, the history, the legends of the triforce...Yet his mind still forever lingered about thoughts of Nabooru. Every symbol, a constant reminded of the woman he had to throw out. For a second, and not visible to much of anyone else, he frowned uncharacteristically. His gaze returned to the nearest volumes, and he sat down in one of the many chairs dotting the grand room, beginning to read.
What: who cares it's sexy
Where: The sexy room Somewhere on campus. Like a library.
When: August 18th. Sometime.
Warnings: SEXY
Now this was an unusual sight. At least recently. Perhaps last year, he might have sneaked off into the library to read a most delightful tale to a few of the younger students, but so much had changed that repeating such an event would almost seem an offense to himself. Or so, he would like to think.
Regardless, he was not here for such...pleasantries. Rather, he was browsing the Hyrulian section, of all places. A secret to most, the library held many copies of texts that the Hyrule library itself had. For someone who could not go there, this place was a small boon. Ganondorf needed that information, if he was to slowly lay out the plans before him. The maps, the history, the legends of the triforce...Yet his mind still forever lingered about thoughts of Nabooru. Every symbol, a constant reminded of the woman he had to throw out. For a second, and not visible to much of anyone else, he frowned uncharacteristically. His gaze returned to the nearest volumes, and he sat down in one of the many chairs dotting the grand room, beginning to read.