[The inn was quiet and that's how Ganondorf liked it. Too much noise was irritating to him and was quick to push his short temper over the edge
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[It had been...some time since Zelda had shown her face to anyone here. She had...decided she needed a break, a way to get away from everyone surrounding her. Ever since...his appearance she had been unsettled, uncertain.
She disliked the feeling.
Zelda was a woman of control; she very rarely found herself in situations where she did not have everything fully within her grasp, and this...this was one of those situations (her own Hyrule and imprisonment aside).
Still...She felt the desire to return to the inn after her absence. After all, it was the only place she could ever truly call home here. She pushed the door open once she found herself upon the door stop (albeit after a long moment of staring at the handle), stomping her feet to shake the dust from her boots before she entered.
It looked...the same, from what she remembered. Same walls, table, chairs, decorations. They all stared at her like a slap in the face. She was still here, and not home. She shook her head, and shut the door behind her with a soft thud, and headed towards the stairs. She wondered if she would even be welcome here anymore, if her room was still available. As she moved, she ran her fingers lightly along the walls; it even still smelled the same.
There was, however one significant difference in the decor the instant she rounded a corner. She stopped short, the imposing figure before her, back turned, could never be mistaken. She let out a startled little hiss, but refused to speak.
[He stopped mid-stride and placed his hand on the knob of a new door. The atmosphere of the hallway had changed. He heard the door downstairs open and close and the footsteps of someone approaching. And it didn't do that he didn't have any weapons.
The triforce began to resonate, so he knew it had to be one of two people. He looked down at his hand at the glowing triangle and he smirked. He didn't feel threatened at all. So he turned slowly and tilted his head to the side.
So she was back. He hadn't seen her since their encounter in the kitchen.]
[Timing wasn't something that was exactly on her side; she hadn't...meant to come back, hadn't wanted to. She'd wanted to keep searching until she found a way out, a way home. But something drew her back, an undeniable force that she could not deny or argue with.
So here she was, standing in the very same inn that she had last seen him before. Different circumstances, but the same location all the same.
Unlike him, she was armed (a woman couldn't travel alone and not be), but she had no desire to attack him. Such a fight would be foolish indeed. Her magic would be a better weapon, that was something she could command at will.
But attacking him felt...pointless. They were both trapped here, and while she had been absent for so long...neither had been able to leave.]
I have. [Her were were cautious and guarded; her right hand was balled into a fist. The Triforce was there under her riding gloves, burning into her skin.
[The idea that she was armed wasn't far-fetched. It was clear she had been traveling, a luxury he had yet to take. He needed to get out of the inn. And soon. He needed to act on his plans.
He shifted his stance, clasping his hands behind him and stood at his full height. He had removed his armor. There was simply no need for it. No one in the inn was foolish enough to attack him. His civilian clothes creased and contoured to his broad shoulders and even without the heavy armor, he still looked intimidating.
Not that he meant to. It was just how he was.]
I am. Unfortunately.
[He took the opportunity to look around before returning his gaze to Zelda] Are you surprised?
[She watches him carefully; her hand resting lightly on her hip with a soft frown on her face. He was certainly intimidating; she was used to the imposing figure staring down on her when he had made his visits to the tower. Him, and the one that stood before here were the same, yet…different. Somehow, and in some way though she couldn’t put her finger on it yet.]
I see. [She makes no move to remove any of her weapons, or any of her gear. In actuality, she looks as though she is posed to go right back down the stairs and out the door of the inn and into the wilds again.
She restrains herself; she needs supplies before she can even consider doing that.]
Surprised? No. [She’d been here for some time herself, and had yet to see anyone else disappear.] Simply…disappointed.
[He fell silent again and took a moment to watch her. He remembered her mentioning another Ganondorf that held her captive. And he wondered if she was comparing them and if she was ever going to understand that they aren't the same.
He arched an eyebrow and waited for her to leave again. That's what she looked like she was doing. Though he supposed her leaving would be to his benefit. He hoped that Zelda would take any thought of her when she left.]
[She will more than likely never think differently of him than her own. She does realize they are not the same person, though it is extremely difficult for her to not think of him in that way.]
Because you are still here. I had hoped you would be gone. [She calmly tugs her riding gloves from her fingers, flexing them as she does so. There was no sense in her being dishonest with him; Zelda didn't exactly have a talent for lying anyway, and doing it seemed...a waste of time.]
[That really was a shame. Ganondorf had no real intention of doing this particular Zelda harm. She was not of his world and therefore not subject to what he had in store for Hyrule. But he could understand being unable to separate her from the counterpart he was familiar with.
He gave her a smirk.]
My apologies. Were I able to leave this place, I would. I would not want to continue to raise your ire. [He appreciates her honesty. He isn't sure why. But he would probably be a little upset if she had lied to him.]
[She regards him blankly for a moment before stowing away her gloves and giving him her full attention.]
If I were able to leave as well, I most certainly would have done so by now as well. I have no desire to be here. My place is in my time, in my world. [She hesitated only briefly before addressing him again.]
I …apologize for my rudeness. [It is obvious that she doesn’t like saying it; but she’s at least making an effort to be polite to him; he isn’t her Ganondorf after all.]
[An eyebrow arched at her apology. It was unexpected. But wasn't all together unpleasant. At least she was acknowledging how misplaced her anger was. After all, Ganondorf had nothing to do with her imprisonment.]
Think nothing of it. Considering the circumstances, I wouldn't think to hold it against you.
[He strolled over to her, reaching for her hand. He was a bold creature, you see? And if she were to give it to him, he would lean down to kiss it delicately.] And I offer my apologies to you as well, Princess, for my counterpart's beastly treatment of you.
[She does hesitantly hold her hand out; in her mind of course, it was a sign of mild trust. He is bigger than her, and could easily grab her (though not without a heavy blast of magic).
She is, however, surprised by his next action. It leaves her mildly flustered, which causes her anger to simmer.]
It is hardly…your fault. Though I must ask out of pure curiosity what your plans for your Hyrule are. [Probably nearly identical to hers, if she had to wager a guess.]
[He released her hand and clasped his own behind his back. He was surprised by her allowing him to take her hand. Let alone kiss it. He had thought her loathing ran deeper than that. Perhaps he was wrong.
Perhaps they both were.
He chuckles at her question] Only to give it a proper king.
[Her hand rested on the dagger at her hip (mainly out of habit, though she's more inclined to keep it there while he's around), gripping the handle in anger at his answer.]
There is nothing wrong with its present king. [Zelda's father was a kind man, if not a bit stern and difficult to deal with on occasion.]
No, of course not. But I fear your methods of...'improvement' are rather detrimental to Hyrule instead of forward moving. [It certainly was in her world, at any rate. The Twilight, the destruction of Kakariko, none of that was improvement in her mind. Unnecessary violence, yes. Improvement? Not so much.]
They are detrimental only because they are met with resistance. Were the people to cooperate, certain events could be avoided. [But there is no denying it. He would rather the people resist him. It was the perfect opportunity to teach them to fear him.]
She disliked the feeling.
Zelda was a woman of control; she very rarely found herself in situations where she did not have everything fully within her grasp, and this...this was one of those situations (her own Hyrule and imprisonment aside).
Still...She felt the desire to return to the inn after her absence. After all, it was the only place she could ever truly call home here. She pushed the door open once she found herself upon the door stop (albeit after a long moment of staring at the handle), stomping her feet to shake the dust from her boots before she entered.
It looked...the same, from what she remembered. Same walls, table, chairs, decorations. They all stared at her like a slap in the face. She was still here, and not home. She shook her head, and shut the door behind her with a soft thud, and headed towards the stairs. She wondered if she would even be welcome here anymore, if her room was still available. As she moved, she ran her fingers lightly along the walls; it even still smelled the same.
There was, however one significant difference in the decor the instant she rounded a corner. She stopped short, the imposing figure before her, back turned, could never be mistaken. She let out a startled little hiss, but refused to speak.
He was still here.]
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The triforce began to resonate, so he knew it had to be one of two people. He looked down at his hand at the glowing triangle and he smirked. He didn't feel threatened at all. So he turned slowly and tilted his head to the side.
So she was back. He hadn't seen her since their encounter in the kitchen.]
So You've returned, Princess.
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So here she was, standing in the very same inn that she had last seen him before. Different circumstances, but the same location all the same.
Unlike him, she was armed (a woman couldn't travel alone and not be), but she had no desire to attack him. Such a fight would be foolish indeed. Her magic would be a better weapon, that was something she could command at will.
But attacking him felt...pointless. They were both trapped here, and while she had been absent for so long...neither had been able to leave.]
I have. [Her were were cautious and guarded; her right hand was balled into a fist. The Triforce was there under her riding gloves, burning into her skin.
You are still here.
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He shifted his stance, clasping his hands behind him and stood at his full height. He had removed his armor. There was simply no need for it. No one in the inn was foolish enough to attack him. His civilian clothes creased and contoured to his broad shoulders and even without the heavy armor, he still looked intimidating.
Not that he meant to. It was just how he was.]
I am. Unfortunately.
[He took the opportunity to look around before returning his gaze to Zelda] Are you surprised?
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I see. [She makes no move to remove any of her weapons, or any of her gear. In actuality, she looks as though she is posed to go right back down the stairs and out the door of the inn and into the wilds again.
She restrains herself; she needs supplies before she can even consider doing that.]
Surprised? No. [She’d been here for some time herself, and had yet to see anyone else disappear.] Simply…disappointed.
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He arched an eyebrow and waited for her to leave again. That's what she looked like she was doing. Though he supposed her leaving would be to his benefit. He hoped that Zelda would take any thought of her when she left.]
Disappointed? Why?
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Because you are still here. I had hoped you would be gone. [She calmly tugs her riding gloves from her fingers, flexing them as she does so. There was no sense in her being dishonest with him; Zelda didn't exactly have a talent for lying anyway, and doing it seemed...a waste of time.]
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He gave her a smirk.]
My apologies. Were I able to leave this place, I would. I would not want to continue to raise your ire. [He appreciates her honesty. He isn't sure why. But he would probably be a little upset if she had lied to him.]
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If I were able to leave as well, I most certainly would have done so by now as well. I have no desire to be here. My place is in my time, in my world. [She hesitated only briefly before addressing him again.]
I …apologize for my rudeness. [It is obvious that she doesn’t like saying it; but she’s at least making an effort to be polite to him; he isn’t her Ganondorf after all.]
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Think nothing of it. Considering the circumstances, I wouldn't think to hold it against you.
[He strolled over to her, reaching for her hand. He was a bold creature, you see? And if she were to give it to him, he would lean down to kiss it delicately.] And I offer my apologies to you as well, Princess, for my counterpart's beastly treatment of you.
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She is, however, surprised by his next action. It leaves her mildly flustered, which causes her anger to simmer.]
It is hardly…your fault. Though I must ask out of pure curiosity what your plans for your Hyrule are. [Probably nearly identical to hers, if she had to wager a guess.]
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Perhaps they both were.
He chuckles at her question] Only to give it a proper king.
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There is nothing wrong with its present king. [Zelda's father was a kind man, if not a bit stern and difficult to deal with on occasion.]
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I suppose. But there is nothing wrong with improvement either. [Ganondorf thought Zelda's father was a fool. And hardly worthy of the crown.]
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No, of course not. But I fear your methods of...'improvement' are rather detrimental to Hyrule instead of forward moving. [It certainly was in her world, at any rate. The Twilight, the destruction of Kakariko, none of that was improvement in her mind. Unnecessary violence, yes. Improvement? Not so much.]
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