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Well evidently it was his turn to get a bit flustered because where he came from being so blunt with emotions was not the norm- It was a bit overwhelming in a 'overtaken by affection' kind of way. Not exactly a bad thing.

Instead of responding with words - which amazingly enough only the twili could manage to take away from him - he just nuzzled into his neck for a moment, appreciating the rumbling purr, before pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "...There's not many people who can leave me speechless," he mentioned endearingly.

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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#*melts* #AAAAAAAAAA #AAAAaaAAAAAAAA #ghirahim said can't speak have a kiss

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The clear emotion in the other's voice made his own chest tighten, though he was able to breathe through that. It was still a bit difficult to say himself- he never thought he'd want to- but he managed after a moment, resting his chin on Zant's head.

"I love you too. That is...not something I'd ever say lightly, let alone something I ever thought I'd want to say to anyone..." And it was true, they had clashed endlessly in the beginning, so he never could've imagined this was how things would turn out...though he certainly wasn't complaining.

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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"I suppose no one has ever piqued my interest as you have- Not when I had other things to worry about, and many could be rather shallow...You," he emphasized this next part, "appreciate everything. It's...nice."

Naturally he was very picky about his appearance, but he didn't care to seek the companionship of anyone who only focused on that- What was the point in conversation if they only cared for his looks and not his personality? Zant made it clear he cared about that as well.

Ghirahim hugged the twili closer contently with a pleased hum. "Thank you...a millenia of life, and none of it as pleasant as my time with you..." The fact that the twili clearly had to stop himself from rambling, from spouting praise for him, left such a pleasant feeling in his chest. "My intelligent, caring partner," he complimented aloud. He almost couldn't believe he'd gotten something so wonderful.

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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Ghirahim's eyes widened in the slightest at the weight of the words being given freely to him- The twili seemed to realize the deepness after a moment as well and immediately hid, though his loud purring rather betrayed how he actually felt. The demon's mouth twitched up in a bit of a wider smile though his ears were a bit warm.

"You have a way with words," he said amusedly, giving the twili an affectionate squeeze. "Perhaps I don't mind them being 'sappy' if they betray how you truly feel. And...I can say much of the same. It's rather hard to think of anything else when I'm with you," he finished sincerely. He hadn't been so honest about his feelings in a millenia, and in a comparatively short amount of time this twili had managed to get more truth out of him than anyone else...that certainly meant something.

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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Ghirahim let out a bit of a wistful sigh. "It is nice to firget about the war every so often..." Having been in one before, he could easily say they weren't quite as glorious as they were brought up to be. Brutal to be certain. Rather exhausting. Though the thrill involved made up for it sometimes. Even if he hadn't been on the winning side last time...Perhaps this time would be different at least.

The demon did smile a bit at the question. "I was trying to keep it age appropriate when you asked, but to put it simply, Wizzro won't be bothering me for quite some time. Or even going near you for that matter." The cowardly wizard would likely be taking a bit of time to...reform his corporation. Not Ghirahim's problem.

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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"Well I doubt he despises you, not now at least. I certainly don't. I'm glad it made you feel something so positive," he agreed, shifting a bit closer to the twili. At Zant's next words he grew a bit more somber, nodding sympathetically.

"Could always irritate Wizzro on purpose," he half-joked with a wry smile. "Though I doubt that sort of magic is very good in the long run...It was set to run through your system for a certain amount of time, so I had nothing to do with it being done so quickly." He pressed a bit closer, wrapping an arm around the twili. "Although it is...also rather nice to have my partner back," he admittes idly. He was fine watching Zant's younger self, found him endearing actually, but their interactions were obviously different. He only wished Zant could get that sense of satisfaction back.

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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"Certainly a warrior...Possibly less of a brute than I initially judged," he conceded. "You did seem exceedingly pleased when I came to get you. Something about getting to see his draconic form? I can admit that's a rather clever form of entertainment, especially since I'm sure you've never seen a dragon before."

Ghirahim blinked in surprise as the other turned over again, and admitted how he felt about yesterday. The demon was a bit surprised, but not unpleased and offered a small smile back. "Well I'm glad someone got to enjoy it," he teased idly before continuing a bit more seriously. "Truthfully I was worried that you would be more upset about it than anything...I'm pleased to see that I was wrong."

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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Ghirahim just blinked at him at the slip up, but didn't comment on it. "Did he not-" Ghirahim paused, then started again begrudgingly, "Well he doesn't seem the type to prefer reading overly much...I suppose he just didn't consider your race's lack of inclination towards the heat. Or at least not that it would affect you so much as it did." He could give the dragon that at least- Being part of a race of reptilian based creatures, the demon doubted the dragon would think of the heat as anything but good.

"Try not to worry so much of it," Ghirahim huffed sympathetically, dropping to plop down next to the twili. "It wasn't your fault, and I don't think anyone else even saw you in such a state. Evidently the dragon didn't mind so much as he agreed in the first place, and it isn't as if you ever talked to him much either. I don't see why we can't just go back to the way things were before."

The demon hadn't been there of course, he sssumed the dragon would tolerate children at most- For sure wouldn't harm them, but he sincerely doubted he'd care for them so much. The way things were before they hardly interacted with him, and he was...more or less fine with going back to that. He didn't think the dragon cared for them much either. Well. Certainly not for him.

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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#liking ghirahim is an acquired taste

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Ghirahim hummed in understanding. He could still not like the man for what he did to Zant...not a bad man or not, he hurt Zant and that was simply unacceptable in his book. Then again, he was known to be a touch irrational at times with certain emotions and evidently his sense of protectiveness could be included.

Ghirahim raised an eyebrow at the next question, propping his chin on a hand again. "...I have not. I still don't care overly much for him you know, I don't go out of my way to find him. He's not exactly a conversationalist either." His brows furrowed a bit as he thought for a moment. "And...perhaps I am still a touch annoyed that you got sick under his watch. You seemed happy and whole enough when you returned to me, though I couldn't exactly get the full story."

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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#I fell back asleep for a bit lmao-

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Ghirahim snorted, though kept his expression rather tempered, finding he didn't actually want to upset the other of course- He let Zant get the small rant out, rolling onto his stomach to peer down curiously at the twili. Then to narrow his eyes a bit at the apology. "Oh, hush. All that became of it is you made me want to punch the bastard a bit more. No harm actually done, and honestly you were rather adorable. Not even bratty," he huffed, remembering the endearing way Zant almost attached to him immediately.

"And anyways, if you have to interact with the pathetic excuse for a wizard again, you can always let me know. I believe he will be...more considerate of what I have to say next time we meet." And if not, Ghirahim could always beat the Hel out of him again. For one thing he absolutely didn't know why Zant was apologizing for something he couldn't control- no harm had been done. Not really. Perhaps it hadn't been a typical day, but at least it hadn't been boring.

The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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The Twili’s eyes sluggishly opened. It was rather nice, all warm here in the other’s arms… but something was off. Zant’s clothes felt incredibly too tight, feeling more like a child’s clothes than-

…Oh, that’s right. That’s because they are child sized. He felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his face. Had that really happened yesterday? Trying to not wake the other, Zant wriggled out of bed. He desperately needed some better fitting robes than these, which were now torn along many of the seams.

Walking over to the closet, Zant stated to get changed, muttering Twilit curses the entire time. How humiliating… how would he ever face Volga again? Sure, he knew Ghirahim would tease him, but that was one thing. Volga was another thing entirely-

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Ghirahim slept rather soundly for once. Perhaps the cuddling helped or he was just so tired that he finally could- Either way the distinct lack of twili in his arms was evidently enough to wake him fully. With perhaps a small jolt of panic as he was still in the mindset of Zant being a literal child he jumped into a sitting position- only to hear what sounded suspiciously like cursing where a now adult Zant was finishing getting new robes on.

"Oh thank Hylia," he huffed, relaxing again. There was relief first and foremost that his partner was back to normal...though a mischevious smile found his expression soon enough and he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. "Did you enjoy your nap?" He chuckled. "I think we've learned a thing or two about not associating with 'the big purple man'. Ever. Right?" Though Ghirahim would be entirely content to beat answers out of him again, he'd much rather his partner not be used as a guinea pig for unruly spells.

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#I always forget to do the tagging thing oop-

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"That's good, because I don't plan on going anywhere," he assured quietly, shuffling a bit on the bed so they were in a more comfortable position. Today had been utterly brutal in just about every way, and the demon could say for once he was rather exhausted from the whole ordeal. Mentally if not physically at least.

He supposed Zant had a rather difficult day as well, though the child seemed thankfully excited for the majority of it. He didn't know when Wizzro's spell would wear off exactly, and he didn't mind watching over Zant for now, but he was a bit eager to have the other back to normal. The demon let out a huff, leaning his head back against the headboard and closing his eyes. That was a later problem. Right now he very much deserved a bit of a break.

Today had been a bit difficult as a result of the work being dropped on them as their Master's campaign neared it's end. Final preparations to make, last minute attempts for more supplies- This was probably the first bit of free time he'd gotten in a week with all they'd been doing.

Nevertheless, he was a bit eager to find his partner and potentially trap him for a good cuddle. Not that he'd admit it aloud. So he promptly teleported to the door of their room and knocked out of courteousness because he could be polite sometimes before just stepping in.

"Zant? Are you in here?" He peered around curiously. He didn't think the twili would be anywheres else- He hadn't had as much to do, and Ghirahim wasn't feeling much like searching the entire castle for him...

//hehe child m!a again

There was a small form visible under the covers of their bed. A much smaller form than what was to be expected of the giant Twili. He was only about four feet tall, half his usual height. Of course, his robes were absolutely oversized on him now. His hair was far shorter too, in a messy semi-bowl cut. Clearly it had been done at home.

The small child clung tightly to a pillow, holding it like one might hold a large stuffed animal. He breathed slowly, sleeping.

#HA I got to start the cheesy nap scene first- /joke

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Ghirahim blinked at the little twili in surprise, but obliged the clear desire for comfort and wrapped his arms around him a touch protectively. "Well...I don't think you interacted with Volga as much...but that's why you don't remember me as well," he clarified. "It was nice that you two got along so well in spite of that," he added a moment after. He may never have cared for the dragon before, but Zant seemed ready to latch onto him readily enough, so he could truat that at least.

The demon ran his claws soothingly through Zant's hair and maybe got the slightest bit of a tightness in his chest at the innocent question- The twili really was notoroious for making him feel unusual things in any form wasn't he? Frankly he was...touched to have made such an impact that he was remembered even now. "Yes...yes, you are my best friend. I am yours," he confirmed with a small, fond smile, hugging the child a bit closer.

Today had been a bit difficult as a result of the work being dropped on them as their Master's campaign neared it's end. Final preparations to make, last minute attempts for more supplies- This was probably the first bit of free time he'd gotten in a week with all they'd been doing.

Nevertheless, he was a bit eager to find his partner and potentially trap him for a good cuddle. Not that he'd admit it aloud. So he promptly teleported to the door of their room and knocked out of courteousness because he could be polite sometimes before just stepping in.

"Zant? Are you in here?" He peered around curiously. He didn't think the twili would be anywheres else- He hadn't had as much to do, and Ghirahim wasn't feeling much like searching the entire castle for him...

//hehe child m!a again

There was a small form visible under the covers of their bed. A much smaller form than what was to be expected of the giant Twili. He was only about four feet tall, half his usual height. Of course, his robes were absolutely oversized on him now. His hair was far shorter too, in a messy semi-bowl cut. Clearly it had been done at home.

The small child clung tightly to a pillow, holding it like one might hold a large stuffed animal. He breathed slowly, sleeping.

#ghirahim *crying*: I mean yeah- #he just 🥺

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Ghirahim chuckled at the intensity of Zant's purring- He was practically vibrating with the force of it which was adorable and much more pleasing than if he would've been upset. Though his amusement diminished as the child did seem to have some traitorous thoughts...Ghirahim knew how Zant felt about his father. It was rather painful seeing how it still effected him so young- But he clearly must think highly of the knight if he was a suitable 'replacement'.

Ghirahim ran a reassuring hand down the child's back. "Well then, it's a good thing you're with me and not him now, isn't it?" He prodded carefully. "I'll take care of you until this mess is sorted out, and do what I can to help, naturally. You won't have to worry about him anymore," he reassured gently, booping his nose in a playful manner.

Today had been a bit difficult as a result of the work being dropped on them as their Master's campaign neared it's end. Final preparations to make, last minute attempts for more supplies- This was probably the first bit of free time he'd gotten in a week with all they'd been doing.

Nevertheless, he was a bit eager to find his partner and potentially trap him for a good cuddle. Not that he'd admit it aloud. So he promptly teleported to the door of their room and knocked out of courteousness because he could be polite sometimes before just stepping in.

"Zant? Are you in here?" He peered around curiously. He didn't think the twili would be anywheres else- He hadn't had as much to do, and Ghirahim wasn't feeling much like searching the entire castle for him...

//hehe child m!a again

There was a small form visible under the covers of their bed. A much smaller form than what was to be expected of the giant Twili. He was only about four feet tall, half his usual height. Of course, his robes were absolutely oversized on him now. His hair was far shorter too, in a messy semi-bowl cut. Clearly it had been done at home.

The small child clung tightly to a pillow, holding it like one might hold a large stuffed animal. He breathed slowly, sleeping.

#Volga would. 12/10 punch someone for Zant on instinct #Ghirahim would stab someone for him #perhaps they grow to like each other through mutual respect because both end up being willing to murder for Zant lmao- #both at the beginning: Zant kinda annoying #after knowing him for more than three seconds: if anyone hurt him I would destroy everyone in this room and then myself

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"The sun? Yes, you've never really agreed with the heat," he conceded a bit, almost sputtering at how Zant referred to the dragon knight- He had no idea what form of association happened to make the twili think that, but he supposed it couldn't have been anything bad. It wasn't like Zant's biological father was anything to celebrate. Whatever had happened, the dragon seemed to fix it at least...

"I'm happy you're back with me as well," Ghirahim finally relaxed a bit, smiling more at the twili's enthusiasm. "Come, let's go back to your room for now," he said offering his hand before teleporting them back. The demon just ended up teleporting them straight to the bed, so he just held out his hands a bit to catch the twili so he wouldn't fall.

"You sound like you had at least a bit of fun?" That's what he gleaned from his tone- Though he wasn't sure if it was just reckless child excitement or something else. His temperature was okay now so he supposed that would have to do...

Today had been a bit difficult as a result of the work being dropped on them as their Master's campaign neared it's end. Final preparations to make, last minute attempts for more supplies- This was probably the first bit of free time he'd gotten in a week with all they'd been doing.

Nevertheless, he was a bit eager to find his partner and potentially trap him for a good cuddle. Not that he'd admit it aloud. So he promptly teleported to the door of their room and knocked out of courteousness because he could be polite sometimes before just stepping in.

"Zant? Are you in here?" He peered around curiously. He didn't think the twili would be anywheres else- He hadn't had as much to do, and Ghirahim wasn't feeling much like searching the entire castle for him...

//hehe child m!a again

There was a small form visible under the covers of their bed. A much smaller form than what was to be expected of the giant Twili. He was only about four feet tall, half his usual height. Of course, his robes were absolutely oversized on him now. His hair was far shorter too, in a messy semi-bowl cut. Clearly it had been done at home.

The small child clung tightly to a pillow, holding it like one might hold a large stuffed animal. He breathed slowly, sleeping.

#lmao whenever ghirahim is annoyed at Volga he calls him a lizard and when he's indifferent he goes back to dragon

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//My friend's trying out the tumblr roleplay scene! Check em out if you like! ^^

Introduction

Hello! Im Aki, the runner of this blog. I wanted to make this introductory post to set ground rules and give the basics of my oc! Im new to this business, so feel free to send me an ask about my oc or to start a roleplay!

Ground Rules

No NSFW! I am an asexual minor who is very much uncomfortable when that kind of thing comes from no where! And i dont want it anyways!

Keep cursing down in asks/responses, please! I understand and am okay with it if it matches the situation or character, but excessive cursing makes me uncomfy.

Don't be pushy or such in my inbox! I want to take this one thread at a time or else I'll get overwhelmed. And I have a life outside of Tumblr!

For roleplay

Smaller responses are fine, but they need to be more than a few sentences! And preferably, send me a dm or in your ask let me know the premise for the interaction! I do roleplay best knowing what's happening!

If you're sending a rp starter, please state somewhere that you are!

Interaction with characters not set in the general botw area is completely fine! Villains, heros, ocs, whatever.

I'm great with whump, fluff, hurt/comfort, and just silly interactions!

Character Introduction

Name: Lyss/Link

Age: 15

Race: Gerudo-Hylian

Pronouns: She, He, They (changes; genderqueer)

Ability: they're able to change their appearance to look like more masculine/feminine/androgynous (not really important for rp tho, i guess)

Key items: Sheika Slate, hero's outfit, gerudo outfit

Story line stuff

Lyss is the hero from 10,000 years before the events of Calamity. They're the hero that sealed Ganon under the Castle of Hyrule, and was there for the development of the guardians and divine beasts. However, due to a series of accidents, they accidentally threw themself into the future (to botw's time, post Calamity while Link is running around the Great Plateau). Needless to say, it was quite a culture shock to them. So they're running around Hyrule while trying to figure stuff out! Sometime they'll run into the feral child that is Wild (botw Link), but that's for later.

Appearance

They have dark, fluffy red hair that is often in a ponytail and is rather tall due to their gerudo heritage. Roughly a head taller than Wild, and has a good build. They lost Fi and the Master Sword somewhere along their travel to the future, so they have to rely on the Gerudo and Guardian swords they had on them and whatever else they can find. They also have burn scars from Malace from their fight with Ganon in their own time on the right side of their face from their eye down. They can still see.

If you'd like to roleplay or just ask questions, feel free! My asks are open and ready!

#they're an awesome writer! #promo

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"It is," he reassured quickly. "I understand how to deal with his magic better now, and while it may take a bit of patience, it isn't permanent." Ghirahim offered the child a fond look, though his expression quickly went to worry, his brows furrowing a bit at the next statement. "Sick?"

After Zant moved closer, Ghirahim had enough time to look up before the door was shutting a bit forcibly in front of him. His lip curled a bit and he bit back a growl before looking over Zant a bit more carefully, settling a hand on his back. "What did that lizard do? Are you alright? I thought your energy seemed a bit off," he worried. The purring was a good sign at least, and he moved to ruffle the twili's hair affectionately.

Today had been a bit difficult as a result of the work being dropped on them as their Master's campaign neared it's end. Final preparations to make, last minute attempts for more supplies- This was probably the first bit of free time he'd gotten in a week with all they'd been doing.

Nevertheless, he was a bit eager to find his partner and potentially trap him for a good cuddle. Not that he'd admit it aloud. So he promptly teleported to the door of their room and knocked out of courteousness because he could be polite sometimes before just stepping in.

"Zant? Are you in here?" He peered around curiously. He didn't think the twili would be anywheres else- He hadn't had as much to do, and Ghirahim wasn't feeling much like searching the entire castle for him...

//hehe child m!a again

There was a small form visible under the covers of their bed. A much smaller form than what was to be expected of the giant Twili. He was only about four feet tall, half his usual height. Of course, his robes were absolutely oversized on him now. His hair was far shorter too, in a messy semi-bowl cut. Clearly it had been done at home.

The small child clung tightly to a pillow, holding it like one might hold a large stuffed animal. He breathed slowly, sleeping.

#Protective Ghirahim is Protective