( open, may catch all ) you and i were fireworks going off too soon

[lucubrates]

Who: You and the Green Zelda! Fourth wall characters are welcome!
When: Through out Maiurill
Where: Around!
What: May catch all! Birch tree tapping, sword antics, river cleaning. I might update with more open prompts as the month goes along!
Warnings: I will update if anything comes up!



OPEN, CLOSED
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CLOSED — NIER (THE REMIX)

[lucubrates]

[ Despite how much Nier is over lately, Zelda keeps a schedule. She sleeps in the evening, though it is later than usual, and she wakes in the mornings... Again, later than usual. She doesn't mind it. This time, she heads to bed and offers him to join her when he pleases, settling in. It'd be a long day, and after coming in from the lake that evening, her back aches and she smells a little like the Earth and pond water. A hot bath solves that, but it beckons her to rest all the more easily. So she sleeps, even though she fights it a little. Sleep is easy; she wants to speak more, to talk his ear off, and to...

The sunshine is relentless, a white haze reflecting back at her from the surface of the lake. It is startling, rolling over after a long, good sleep and seeing the curtains were drawn before you had time to adjust to the waking world. Zelda squeezes her eyes shut and rolls over in bed, as if that might help.

Eventually, she leaves the four poster bed, something that had been put together by their own two set of hands. A lot of blood, sweat and tears went into that bed, and Zelda had carved the etchings into the wood herself. Her bare feet touch the cold wooden floor, and she looks over at his side of the bed to see it's already been made and judging by how cool it is when she places her hand over his pillow, it has been for a while. There isn't the telltale scents of breakfast, either, so running a hand through her long, long hair, she disappears into the hallway and hears the sound of not one, but two people. For whatever reason, this does not strike her as odd.

But there are a few places Nier would be in this home, and she thinks the patio with the rocking chair he'd put together a few years back would be most likely. They'd planted dandelion seeds in that front yard, and they had planted fruits and vegetables and already she hears excitement about those pumpkins they grow each year. The three of them carve pumpkins every year, she thinks.

The front door opens with a jingle from the wind chime and it is even brighter now, outside, than it had been with the window closed. The lake in their backyard should have made her prepared for such a sight. ]

How long was I asleep? [ Zelda tucks a strand of blond hair behind her ear. ] My bones feel like they've been made of stone for centuries. [ A beat. ] Perhaps you were right, [ She admits lowly, like trying to hide she agrees. ] a new mattress would be the definition of "too comfortable."

[extirpator]

[ he is nocturnal for the sake of convenience — so when sentiment speaks to him more than practicality, he finds himself nestled next to her tonight, the covers draped over the two of them. bathed, of course, he has little intention of sullying her sheets.

the tide takes them somewhere else, somewhere far away. or maybe it’s the lunar tear, or a spring breeze. regardless, the sun’s rays filters through the darkness, reflecting in his eyes as he stands tall before the dirt path leading to their house. he’s older here, more brusque and muscular but not without femininity to his features: it’s in the eyes, mostly, if only because his cheekbones are harsher, his hair is shorter and his stubble is rough against his skin.

there’s a young girl, swinging a book in hand as her Mary Janes rustle against the grass. he watches intently, hands firmly placed against his hips. ]

Easy now. [ the little girl sheepishly slows. and then he turns towards Zelda, head pivoting back — the band on his finger gleams enough to refract light. ] 9 hours, give or take. I thought you could use the rest.

[ the smile he offers her is small and gentle like a wisp, but no less present. ]

Maybe you two could swap beds. I’m starting to think she has too much energy for her own good.

[lucubrates]

[ It might be just before noon, with the sun so high and warm in the sky, golden rays splaying out in the vividly verdant grass. The skies are bluer than blue, and there's a fair few clouds in the sky, white and stringy like still ripples in the water. It might rain tonight, and the thought doesn't surprise her in the least.

She takes the steps one by one, soles meeting dirt as she lifts the hem of her nightgown to meet the pair out in the yard with a smile playful and easy. He teases her but she half expects it. ]

Then what would we do with you? If we're swapping beds, we can hardly leave you out of the fun... But the only bed left is the one out with the flowers.

[ You know, the flowerbed; the one near the pond and the lake where they've grown so many silent princesses and lunar tears that they surely must share roots now. Perhaps they've even become some sort of hybrid on their own. With the distance closed, she lets go of her gown and the hem skirts along the dirt path, dust surely marring the white fabric but Zelda thinks little of it. She places that hand over his cheek, feeling the stubble and his warmth in his face, the corners of his lips just barely raised in a smile. True, both of them are older— Zelda had lost the roundness in her cheeks some years ago, but her ears always drooped and her height stayed the same. It was remarkable what such a small change did for her face, though— where Nier grew into his masculine frame, a hulking bit of man who could easily protect his family, Zelda wore her round frame as softly as always. The change in her face was where she matured; angles where there hadn't been years prior.

Her thumb sweeps from the high points of his cheeks to the corner of his eyes; a plain wedding band is on her finger and she thinks nothing of it. It's natural. ]

I'm sorry. [ Standing on her toes, she places a kiss to the corner of his mouth. ] I didn't mean to keep you waiting. [ She can hardly blame the quip, though she thinks it comes from a place of familiarity and some level of flirtatiousness— it's hardly fair to leave him to take care of their own by himself for a few hours. Nine hours is, to be fair, not at all her usual. ] Hopefully not for too long.

[ That seems largely unlikely, judging by how eager the little one by the time she has emerged from the house. So, sweeping her golden hair back and over her shoulders, she dips to pick her up from the ground, easily balancing the child on her hip. Blonde hair and blue eyes, ears not nearly as long as her own but longer than Nier's; Zelda grunts as she attempts to shift the extra weight.

She knows that is just asking for a comment about how she's getting too old to be picked up. ] Good morning, my little bird.

Let's see what we're reading today... The Tale of Peter Rabbit? [ Part of her wonders if Nier's already read it to her today, or if this was just her own choice. If it's the latter, that's their problem regarding energy. Can you blame a child for being a little mischievous with such literature? ] I do hope we're not getting any ideas. Your father does have a very potent recipe for chamomile tea. Oh, what's that look for? Yes, what do you think we grow those flowers out in the garden for? [ A little white lie never hurt anyone, because the only flowers they've ever grown out here are those that look like lilies in the backyard and the daffodils in their grass— a strategic choice. How can any young girl refuse a day playing among the daffodils?

Hands on Zelda's shoulder, the little girl repels herself, making a face at the thought of medicine, and Zelda laughs at the sight. ] The best medicine is the freshest, you know.