No amount of rehab will stop this addiction

[destinedtorule]

Characters: destinedtorule and jewelofthesands ; Closed
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Date: Sometime this afternoon
Rating: This is Gan and Nabs. We'll say PG for now. Will change if/when necessary

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[jewelofthesands]

Since their violent argument, Nabooru had been doing everything she could to avoid him. This ship truly was hell. She was trapped here, away from her people, with a confusing incarnation of her former king. Or, well, formerly confusing. Before, she somehow had trouble feeling as hateful towards him as the Ganondorf she remembered.

But being batted around like a misbehaving child fixed that problem.

She stepped out of the deck 13 temple, dressed modestly for once. She had a sari wrapped around her body in such a way that her midriff wasn't even exposed, and a second long strip of cloth around her head. Maybe she was trying to hide the bruises on her face, or maybe she just wasn't feeling herself. Maybe both.

As she walks through the flowers towards the elevators, she recognizes the silhouette several hundred yards away from her, and stops in her tracks.

Great.

[destinedtorule]

Ganondorf had gathered a handful of flowers before he finally stood up again. He had heard the rustling behind him, ignored it. Right up until it stopped. This was how the mess with Ashelin had started. He frowned. What he would not give to have his sword with him. His hand curled into a fist, the leather of his glove creaking.

Then he turned slowly and nearly dropped the flowers in his hand. There she was. There was no mistaking the form standing there watching him. "Where have you been? I've been searching for you," he said as he marched over to her.

He regarded her for a minute, noticed how modestly she was dressed. "Are you available to speak to me now? Or will you continue to hide from me?"

[jewelofthesands]

Nabooru can't hide the disgust in her eyes, and after glaring at him for a few moments, she moves to walk around him, trying to avoid him again. In her mind she knew it would be worthless, but she wants him to get the idea. She is not happy with you, Ganondorf.

"Unless you're going to apologize like a real man, leave me alone."

[destinedtorule]

He takes her glare in stride, almost completely unmoved by it. She didn't have to say she was upset. The emotion radiated from her being. Ganondorf could feel it.

He scoffed when she mentioned him apologizing. For what? He had done nothing wrong. "Perhaps I did act rashly. Though you are not without fault here. Your tongue is too loose, Nabooru."