ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ (twili) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-11-21 10:28:00 |
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A communicative charm made of a gossip stone? Zelda thought it was genius, actually. They were found all over Hyrule (at least before the sea had taken over, swallowing the land whole) and had a magic that simply imprinted all sorts of information on it - handy when a certain green-clad hero was roaming around trying to save the kingdom both past and future. Well. Handy when the Mask of Truth was involved, otherwise these stones were moot except for being a beacon for a healing fairies when certain songs were played around it. There was a whole one that had actually ascended the veil of realms, though its current use was stone decor in the back yard with its Sheikah emblem - it was a nice touch, considering their home overall was a mix of cultural relics from the respective kingdoms of light and shadows. Maybe down the road she could chip off a couple chunks of it to attempt her own telepathic amulet but at least for now she had her very own. An ocean-blue stone originally dangling on breakable string, and string wouldn’t simply do so that was quickly remedied. Hence her errand run to the jeweler’s. It was on a chain now, tucked safely in her purse, and when she arrived to their shared home with Impa there was, of course, a slobbery greet from the four-legged beast that was equivalent to their child. Link was babied and spoiled rotten and she made sure to give the wolf-hybrid attention in the form of pets and soft-pitched baby talk. “Midnaaaaaaaaaa,” she then called out. “I think Link’s been drinking toilet water again - he’s got that breath.” Lovely. Presumably it was clean toilet water, but Zelda didn’t want to take anymore chances and made sure to carefully evade a lap of his tongue. Currently, the Twilight Princess was lounging on the floor of the bedroom, playing Lady Gaga’s latest on iTunes while seeing how many licks it took to get to the center of a tootsie pop - oh, here we go, three and crunch. Her sharp chompers broke through the sugary crimson candy, staining her tongue and teeth, and she was glad no one was around to witness her chewing like a cow while she browsed on her laptop. The Art Institute of California was right here, in Santa Ana, and they had a BS in Interior Design. Wouldn’t it be cool to have a BS? Putting together the money for it wouldn’t be a problem, she just had to buckle down and actually do the application and shit. Night classes, distance learning - Link was drinking from the toilet? Fabulous. “Be right there!” she yelled back, rolling over and pushing down her ‘the great pumpkin is coming! Charlie Brown sweatshirt (a little belated since it was past Halloween, but that plus fleece-lined leggings were warm), gracefully popping up from the floor to attend to this dopey mess known as her dog. Wasn’t he so sweet though? “What are we gonna do, huh? Bolt the toilet closed? But that might suck if we get the runs or rrrreaaaally have to pee - “ She was telling this to Link, very seriously in baby talk-tone, while she held his face and squished where his doggie cheeks would be. “Don’t you like spring water instead?” Woof, said Link, and Midna chuckled as she straightened up. “Other than Link drinking from the toilet, I don’t think you missed anything while you were gone.” The runs, hm? Zelda was used to her ladylove’s creative use of language but it still didn’t stop the Hylian from rolling those crystal eyes. Fondly, of course, the smile the same - and once she uncoiled the scarf from her neck (it was a light fashion accessory, it wasn’t really all that cold in California yet), she made sure the princess of shadows was greeted with a shower of small, affectionate kisses to the mouth. “Well, good, it’d be a little weird if I came home with something for you and the house was in ruin,” she hummed, arms looping around her neck - that shimmering golden hair was let down in all it’s long glory, naturally straight, with pointed ears peeking out. “I’m going to need you to close your eyes with the promise of you not peeking, Midna. I’m biting you if you do.” Maybe it wasn’t a deterrent, but she’d try to bite really, really hard? Close her eyes? With no peeking? Geez, tall order there, Zellie. Midna gently tugged on the lobe of one of those pointy elf ears, her hands slipping down to give the sides of her yang’s (she was the yin, or was it the other way around?) waist. “Well, fiiiiiiiine, since you asked nicely...” Or more like threatened, but. With a flair and a show of dramatics, she squeezed her eyes shut - and probably looked ridiculous standing here, an Amazonian ethnic goddess with blue skin and hair looking so orange (and messy) it was practically aflame. “What is it? What’s going on? You’re not going to like, put my hands in gross things are you?” You know. Those games played when you were a kid? Cold spaghetti felt like braaaaaaains, and it was a couple weeks past Halloween. Zelda snorted midst a giggle, because no, she woudn’t stuff her beloved’s hands into something squishy and grotesque - her troll abilities weren’t even that honed for one thing! But she at least appreciated Midna’s attempt to keep those crimson eyes sealed shut, and she fished the charm out by the chain first. “Keep them closed,” she instructed (though it came out in that stern, warning tone) as she looped the chain around her neck, the translucent blue stone settling in that perfect spot right above her breasts - an old, ancient magic seemed to vibrate from it like a quiet heartbeat. Its resonating Hyrulean power was already linked to her, as she suspected it was an item from the royal family. Tetra didn’t know that there was royal blood coursing through her veins, but as she was objectively dreaming the events on this end? This Zelda knew otherwise. And now that it was successfully hooked... “As Tetra, I don’t really know what this stone really was, but I was able to figure it out - I always called it my lucky pirate charm, and it’s got some interesting properties to benefit from. You can open your eyes now.” “They’re closed, Princess,” Midna insisted, because really, she didn’t have the ability to see through her own eyelids! Honestly, Light World people, what could you even do with ‘em? Rhetorical question. But she let Zelda do whatever she planned to do, without any protests or squirming or even breaking a code of ethics and in fact opening her eyes - apparently that would rain fiery hell down upon them, so she opted not to. Then something went around her neck, a piece of jewelry as opposed to something else obscene, and when it was settled there Midna cracked one eye open. “Oh, hey - “ She picked up the stone dangling on its chain to get a better look at it, “That’s really pretty. Tetra?” Man. That made her laugh. “Not exactly a twist worthy of M. Night Shamallama when you already know the secret, but I’m sure you’ll figure out that you’re like, a long-lost royal soon. So what’s it do?” she asked about the stone, which reminded her of the color of the ocean you saw in advertisements for island getaways. So perfectly blue. Eventually, Midna really hoped to catch up and have her own other set of dreams - she felt stalled these days, stuck with no answers and no hope of continuing her adventures. It was kind of depressing. Not a twist at all, and poor Tetra was going to get a shellshock when she realized she was both a pirate and princess - but she’d get there, and at the moment Zelda was enjoying the adventures at sea even if trouble was in the horizon. Ganondorf was likely to make an appearance. It was her fate, to be in an everlasting feud against him with Link. “It’s a gossip stone,” the blonde went onto explain, slipping her arms around Midna’s waist for that extra bit of closeness. “An enhanced one, technically, so think of it as a messenger stone of sorts? I can tap into its power and communicate with you telepathically with it, and you can do the same as long as you wear it. You’ll also be able to see where I am if you need to and vice-versa. Especially if one of us gets into trouble.” Trouble? Now what kind of trouble could they possibly get into, here in Orange County? Wait, don’t answer that. “Well, as long as we use it for actual gossip,” Midna grinned. “Here, let’s try it now!” She wanted to see how well Zelda could tap into its power (heh, tap, sounded so dirty). So she wiggled free and scooted on bare feet, along the hardwood floors - brrr, kinda cold, maybe she should put socks on - and dashed upstairs to a secret location in order to check out the range of the stone she was still wearing. By secret location, that clearly meant in Impa’s closet with the door shut and Midna buried in a shit ton of coats and beneath shoe boxes, but hey, the woman wasn’t going to be home for awhile. She was probably out getting down and dirty with Roadkill. Oh. Well, can’t blame her for being enthusiastic about the neat little gadget. Zelda’s little bit of telepathy came from the royal blood - it wasn’t much, but there were times it came in handy for certain emergencies. At least with the stone as some kind of conduit the connection was stronger, the voices and images that much more clear. It definitely wouldn’t hurt to put it to test, and she waited until she didn’t hear the sound of Midna’s feet hitting the floors on her trek to this ‘secret location’ (many thanks to those supremely sensitive Hylian ears) to square her shoulders and take a deep breath for some muscle relaxation. Zelda tapped her temple twice, almost like a trigger to instigate that mental link from her mind to the stone. Midna. You’re not looking for Impa’s stash, are you? Heeeeeeey! Midna jumped a little when she heard the dulcet timbre of Zelda’s voice caressing her skull, from the inside. It was hella weird, also kind of tingly. Like surround sound but a lot more...invasive? Not that she minded. Since clearly it had been her idea to test out the gossip thingy, and besides, Zelda wasn’t the sort to abuse her telepathic powers. DO YOU THINK SHE HAS IT IN THE CLOS-- Oh. That was probably thinking too loudly, wasn’t it? She attempted to tone it down a notch. But now that the seed had been planted (and she’d sort of inadvertently given away her ‘secret location), it seemed like a decent plan to search around for the aforementioned stash. Where was it last time? She wouldn’t put it in the same places twice, would she? There was such a thing as thinking too loudly, yes, and Zelda’s pointed gave off a twitch. You’re going to have to practice with your tone control, sweetie was her gentle suggestion because, um. Ow? Despite that little hiccup, though, the experience was interesting - she could see what Midna’s eyes saw, and it felt reminiscent to when the two of them were once joined. But at least this time around she was more conscious enough to reap the benefits? Though this arrangement could work out pretty nicely. Considering she was still by the door with a view of the driveway in the scenario Impa drove up, this was now a mission. Plunder Impa’s stash (and then be polite and considerate enough to replenish it later). Probably not - she’d put it in somewhere neither of us would want to look into? So check the underwear drawer. I’m on the lookout in case she drives up. Meanwhile, Link looked utterly confused with a curious head tilt and a small snuff of a whine. The what drawer!? Alright, poking about in Impa’s lingerie was a little...weird. But Midna really wanted the stash, and she wasn’t about to back down from a challenge. Besides, her and Zelda really would replenish the supply - they’d done it before, they were good for it! Checking right now, she mentally ‘spoke,’ still trying to get used to the idea of having a conversation that was echoing in her own head. It’s...oh, geez! Upon opening the sacred drawer, she may have found more than she bargained for. There’s a lot of leather in here. Also a vibrator that I’m not touching. Quickest. Search. Ever. But no pot, unfortunately. Not in there, Midna confirmed, though Zelda likely saw through her eyes too, all the horrible things her guardian was hiding in that drawer. Maybe the dirty clothes hamper? Goddesses. Zelda had no desire to see any of that, but there it was, literally seared into her mind’s eye for all eternity - there were mental strings of do not want, do not want surging through their linked minds from the Princess of Hyrule. It’s not as if she was naive enough to think Impa didn’t have needs, but she also preferred to have a more chaste image of her caretaker. Gah, um - Forgive the lack of eloquence for a second there, she was still amazed about the sheer size of the dildo she caught a glimpse off. Her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose as if she was fighting a headache, all while she was suppressing some kind of morbidly amused laugh. No, she wouldn’t risk tossing it in the load and pouring Gain all over her goods. Try under her bed? There’s a shoebox she keeps under there with some old mementos. If memory served correctly that’s also where she kept a glass pipe to smoke from, too, so there was a decent enough chance the stuff was stowed away there. How do you know she keeps it there? You snoop! Midna cackled, but it wasn’t like she was guilt-free herself right now. They were both snooping (technically Zelda was playing lookout), but for a good cause. Alright, under the bed. She dropped to her knees and looked upside down, scooching on her stomach to army-crawl like a lizard in order to see what was what. At first there didn’t appear to be anything interesting here, besides spare blankets in a plastic bin and dust - achoo! - oops, that was a powerful sneeze. But then she found a box shoved waaaaay in the corner and yanked it out. Seemed pretty promising. Sure enough, both the baggie of goods and the glass pipe were there in that box. Jackpot! Midna announced. Coming back downstairs now. Then we’ll have a party. If only they’d had this thing while dealing with Zant and Dragmire. Seriously. Zelda would have had a lot less gray hairs with something like this to keep she and Midna in contact at all times without the luxury of technology. But here they were, using a Hyrulean relic passed down through the generations to sift through the Sage of Shadow’s things. Abort that route came her telepathic reply, because in view she could see a certain motorcycle slow its speed up the road to make that eventual turn into their driveway. It was Impa - she’d taken some riding lessons from Roadkill and ended up coming into her own bike (Zelda insisted on it since she deserved nice things, but also made sure her caretaker had the best helmet there ever was in case of accidents), and the sound of the engine perked Link’s attention to where he excitedly stood by the door for his other favorite person. Impa’s driving up, just take the stuff out and put the box back in! Hurry up! She’s getting - “Is there a reason why you’re standing there looking like you’re about to get in trouble?” “It’s heartburn,” Zelda blurted. Shit on a stick, they were totally busted. Midna quickly pocketed the goods - and since she didn’t actually have pockets, that meant the baggie went down the front of her shirt, with her cleavage as the catcher’s mitt (bras were such handy inventions). As for the box, it was left looking it hadn’t even been touched. Nope! Not at all! Nothing to suspect here! “Zellieeeee?” she called as she descended, taking the steps casually and not stomping down in a frenzy like an elephant on speed. “I brought you the antacids you wanted. You know, for your heartburn - hey, Impa!” Midna acted like she was so surprised to see the woman, depositing a bottle of Tums into Zelda’s hand. For effect. Because this shadow princess was a smoooooth operator. “How was your date with Roadkill?” Heartburn. Impa’s white brow (really, the stress of their lives had made her white all over but she had worn it well) rose for a second as if she was almost skeptical, but it dropped. “You two ask me that every time, and it went fine - like usual.” “Just two of your favorite misfits making sure it’s always fine,” Zelda replied in truth, reaching to give her family protectress a kiss to the cheek for a greet. Acting wasn’t out of her realm of expertise considering she paraded around as a man for seven years in one set of dreams, but Impa always had that knack of knowing when something was up - so she’d do her best to smooth things over. “There’s some Thai leftovers still in the fridge for you if you’re hungry, so go help yourself." Sounded fair enough, Impa guessed, and she eyed the bottle of Tums before her shoulders rolled into a shrug - she did seem worn out, probably from whatever things she and Roadkill were up to. But once she was out of the picture and out of hearing range… “Three hours. I don’t need the gift of prophecy to know it’s going to be about three hours before she notices we jacked her stuff,” Zelda whispered. “So let’s go and hurry up - she’ll probably just end up joining us as it is.” “Geez, so bossy,” Midna stuck her tongue out, but she was eager to indeed get started before they got caught. Although that was inevitable anyway - and Impa wouldn’t be mad, would she? Like Zelda said, they’d just have a toke together. Mellow out. Discuss life. Well, unless Zelda went into a cleaning binge as she sometimes did after puffing the magic dragon. Up the stairs Midna went, into her and Zelda’s room - door shut behind them, after she stopped to find the pipe, of course. This was going to be good. |