#blueeyedbutt

[aserenebeauty]

when the sun sets — @blue-eyedbeast

Honestly, she had felt less out of place as an imp riding around on a wolf's back.

Luckily, they were the only other ones in the bar: Castle Town had been mostly cleared out by the threat of Ganondorf, but in case any straggling drunks wanted in, Telma had put up a 'closed' sign and locked the door. The rest of the world of light didn't need to be introduced to a Twili, not yet, and especially not when said Twili was their beleaguered princess who wasn't feeling up to combating the fear and questions of the common citizen, right then.

…Not that such a thing had stopped Shad. Her gaze slid over to the scholar situated in the corner, who was currently pouting over his drink thanks to Telma telling him to give her some space. Spirits, the number of questions he had tried to ask about the potential relationship of her people to those freaky bird-things he was obsessed with…! “You should find Ooccoo again and give her to him,” she muttered to the hero sitting beside her with a smirk, nudging him with her elbow. “Y'never know, it might get him to shut up.”

By all rights, things hadn't changed between them—beyond her sort-of death in blowing up Hyrule Castle and then revival by the Light Spirits, and, oh yeah, his defeat of pure evil and all that—but… it still felt different. Not in a bad way, necessarily, just… there was something there that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

The look on his face when he turned to see her, the way he had come running… To be sure, she had grown terribly fond of and maybe a little too attached to him, but for some reason the possibility that he felt similarly hadn't occurred to her, until then. Even now, she couldn't help turning it over in her mind, idly watching him. As far as she could tell, he had no idea of what she planned to do when she would return to her realm the following day; she guessed Zelda might've had an inkling, but the princess was unfortunately absent from their little celebration, off ensuring her citizens were safe and inspecting the damage of her castle.

Tomorrow, this would all be gone. She would never see the world of light again, much less sit in a bar with some of its inhabitants celebrating victory over evil… and some months prior, she might've been overjoyed at the prospect of never having to be here again.

Now, though… 'Spirits, I'm going to miss him.' A rueful giggle escaped her at that thought, and she shook her head, bitterly amused at herself. When had she become such a sentimental fool?

“You know what?” she asked him and didn't wait for an answer, clapping him affectionately on the back. “I'm going back to the princess thing tomorrow, and you're going to go back to the country bumpkin thing. Let's use tonight to really celebrate, okay?” She waved to Telma, a fanged grin curving her lips. “Telma! We're gonna need two of whatever your strongest drink is, okay? Tonight we're getting hero boy here good and drunk!”

[aserenebeauty]

♫ we'll still have the summer after all ♪--

Only the regal, noble, stuffy Light Princess would see going to Lake Hylia as an opportunity to visit some ancient cannon, instead of the chance it truly presented: an amazing day of surf, sun, and all-around fun.

Given that the other half of their group had gone off back to Castle Town about a week ago, and the fact that Castle Town was right next to Lake Hylia, Zelda—before she departed—decided she and Shad would travel there on their own and reunite with the hero and Twilight Princess at the lake.

They had agreed to meet there by midday… and they would’ve been on time, Midna was certain, if they hadn’t been together.

It was all Link’s stupid fault, really. First he had decided he wanted to change into his swimwear while they were still at his house, which she wouldn’t have had an issue with; but he had gotten undressed in front of her, and then she couldn’t resist giving him a nice grope, and that had snowballed into them having yet another go at it, this time up against the wall… And then she made the mistake of deciding to change while they were there, too, and, well… Again, one thing just led to another.

Even after they had taken care of getting those urges out of the way, they still weren’t yet late; but then Link just had to say goodbye to his goats and make sure Fado would “take good care of them” in his absence.

Which, again, she wouldn’t have had a problem with… But when he said he had to say goodbye to his goats? He meant every. Single. One. He meant he had to give a personal, special goodbye to each goat, that included brushing them, feeding each their own favorite treat, and talking to them, assuring them he wouldn’t be gone long.

Naturally, this took up almost the entire rest of the time they had left until they had to be at the beach. …And then she had decided she needed to punish him for wasting time, which culminated in another hasty bout of sex—this time up in the hayloft.

And on top of it all, they still had to pack. Which wasn’t a difficult feat by any means—just throwing together in her shadow storage a quick lunch, a few sun protection potions, and a few bottles of pumpkin juice spirits and shade wine to make things extra interesting—but it still took at least a few moments.

By the time the pair finally warped onto Lake Hylia’s beach, the sun was shining strong overhead, they were at least twenty minutes late, and they both looked a disheveled mess, even in their swimwear.

Sighing dramatically, Midna scanned the beach for sight of the other princess and the bookworm, absently tugging up the top of her bikini as it began to slip down her bosom. “I’m pretty sure I have a piece of hay stuck to my ass,” she muttered almost accusingly at Link, raising a brow in his direction before she took a step in front of him and wiggled her bikini-bottom-clad rear. “Can you do me a favor and just take a peek really quick, get rid of it if it’s there?” If Zelda came towards them from the direction she was facing, she wouldn’t be able to see him do it, and therefore not be able to be all judge-y—whereas if she came this way, she would definitely be able to see her groping her own ass, trying to get a straw of hay out of her bottoms, and then would totally get all judge-y and ask why she had hay stuck to her butt and ugh!

Or so Midna’s line of reasoning went, anyways. She frowned and wriggled her rear at him again, glancing at the hero over her shoulder. “Quick, before Zeldie shows up!”

[aserenebeauty]

AHM SORRY I'LL NEVER LOOK AT YA LIKE THAT AGAIN I WAS JUS THINKIN REALLY HARD ABOUT GOATS.

/SQUISHIES YOUR CHEEKUS UuuuU