((:DDDD Will do! That was a lot of fun!))
Legend of Zelda character sketches in moleskine sketchbook
The whole scene was odd, but Nabooru supposed the entire situation she now founder herself odd as well. She had never seen Ganondorf like this, even before his lust for power changed him. Showing any sign of weakness had always been akin to a mortal sin for him, and now, with his head upon her shoulder, her concern only skyrocketed.
Just what had happened to him?
Hesitant at first, her arms slowly wrapped around him. After a few seconds, she tightened her grip around him. She gently stroked his red hair, trying to calm him. “It’s okay…I’m here. I’m not going anywhere…”
His breathing slowed, still he felt as if he was being held beneath rolling waves. Ganondorf felt this stomach turn. The much larger man pulled away quickly, expression appearing sickened. “I…” his right hand moved over his gut, his free coming over to the dip of his neck to press.”I feel sick….” Then as bile seemed to creep up his chest, the sudden snap of where he was and who he had been clinging to slapped him over the face.
It was as if his body was being slammed back forth from anxiety to nausea. He had clung to her like sniveling child and goddesses did he feel disturbed by his show. Her concerned expression made him feel warm inside his chest but the concept of her seeing him so disgruntled made his blood run cold.
He turned sharply; legs feeling weak but full of sudden determination. Ganon slipped form the bed side, he stood tall, needing to feel normal once more, dreading the idea of being so weak in front of a former friend. Taking a step he found quickly that his knees couldn’t take the weight.
The redhead fell, hands shooting out to grab the chair Nabooru had sat in. He steadied himself, body hunched over the piece of furniture. The wood of it creaked loudly as the force of his body weighed down on it. Growling, fingers twitching and guts still feeling as if it were the ocean. Ganondorf stand standing there. He glanced back at Nabooru, feeling shame boil over his illness.
He felt disgusting.
Nabooru had to fight the urge to shoot away from him when he confessed to feeling sick, the thought of being thrown up on not at all appealing. However, how he shot up the way he did, suddenly and without warrant, caused the woman to raise an eyebrow. She heard him growl as he clutched the chair for balance.
As his eyes met hers again, she could see in them just what had made him react the way he did: shame and disgust. Whether directed toward her or not, it still annoyed her. Did he really think she cared about what he had just done? to be perfectly honest, she embraced such shows. It made him seem more…human than she had seen him in ages.
Keeping any annoyance from her expression, she stood from the bed. “You should probably stay lying down for now,” she suggested, tone flat. She extended her hand to him. “You’ll get your energy back soon enough. You were always quick to recover.”
"I don’t mind a little staring! Makes me feel good about myself!"
"Would you like a massage? I’ve been told I give a pretty amazing massage."
"A massage?" Link considered her offer, and how considerate she’d already been given the circumstances. It was clear he was welcome here. Perhaps it was about time to ease up a bit?
Smiling to the woman, he nodded his head. ”It would be rude of me to decline, wouldn’t it?”
Circling around behind the male, Nabooru placed her hands on either shoulder. She cracked her knuckles, and began massaging the area, humming in slight concern upon realizing how tight the muscles were. “You don’t get this sort of treatment often, do you?”
Nabooru smiled sweetly as the girl closed her eyes, placing a gentle kiss on top of her head. “Love you too, sweetie…”
((IT WAS YOU?! OH YOU WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING YOU -SMOOCHES-))