Continued from Boston: an Oocca Study

Sleepless Nights [ Closed Starter ] || ((Shad, TP Zelda, ???))

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formidablereader:

As soon as it struck Shad the Princess was warm and comfortable, albeit his priority, he couldn’t help but realize he, subsequently, was not. Her arm locked with his, he did his best not to seize up his shoulders for the sudden blast of air and instead brought his other hand around to her arm. He began steering them both up the castle steps, his hair whipping and snapping in all directions. Oh Goddesses he should look quite the fright once they shut those doors!

“Why yes, Princess, as you say. Of course!” he replied, fumbling only once when he realized too late there were no more stair-steps and brought his foot down too hard. Once righted, he took one side of the doors and pulled it open against the squall, resisting the grunting noise bubbling in his throat.

As the blustery pandemonium raged on about them (she swore that the gales strengthened in power purposely), she shut her eyes for a brief moment, feet pacing up the steps with slight difficulty.

Upon her companion’s sudden shaking, her sapphire optics flickered open, and she brought them over to gaze at him. Her stare though, lasted only for a second when she realised that he had opened a door, and she hastily walked inside, dragging the spectacled man with her.

Releasing his arm from her hold, she extended her left hand in an attempt for a grasp of the door’s handle. Releasing a barely noticeable grunt, she pulled the thing shut, sighing in relief when the howling sound of the wind no longer disturbed her ears. She leaned against the door with a chuckle, fingers releasing the brass handle.

“Goodness,” she shook her head lightly, lips touched with amusement as they curved up, “It’s a relief to be out of that, is it not?”

Shad heaved the doors shut with his shoulders, falling into them with an oof once they bolted closed. He anchored the soles of his shoes to keep from sliding down the tile and shoved off before the Princess turned ‘round again, straightening his collars and scanning the walls for a looking glass of some sort.

“Quite, Princess,” he agreed, finding none and setting about smoothing the sides of his hair with his palms instead. He could see the cowlick hanging out of place just in his peripheral vision, a shadow, but fidgeting with that would get him nowhere. He merely frowned up at it and tapped at his ears instead to silence the ringing left over from the gales.

“What good a hot cup of tea would serve right now,” he muttered while he viewed the dome-like castle entrance hall, startled by the echo of his own forgotten words. He yanked at his tie, a flush creeping up the back of his neck.

“Or, of course, whatever you supposed we could do next, Your Majes—Miss Zelda,” he added quickly.

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A possible date(Din, Shad)

theoracleofseasons:

Din grinned widely as he became lost in his own excitement. It was charming, in its own way. At least charming enough that the grin she gave was genuine and she bit back a chuckle.

“And of course, I wouldn’t mind listening to your research as well.” She said, making her way towards the staircase. “Truthfully, in relation to Hyrule the country I come from is to the southwest. I’m sure in this world the way to my country and my sisters’ country will be revealed soon.” She said rather enigmatically, still smiling.

She led him up to where the bomb shop supply shack was, ignoring what was left of the rubble as she handed him the glasses for a moment so she could lay down the blanket. When she was satisfied with her work she took the glasses back and sat down gracefully on the blanket, purposely arranging herself to look as appealing as she could.

“Have a seat?” She gestured with a glass before taking out the bottle of win from her bag. She poured a generous amount into it before handing it over. “Tell me about your research first, so I know what I’m attempting to cross-reference from my own.” She said with a wink, filling her remaining glass with wine and turning so her full…attention was towards Shad.

“The southw…” 
Shad trailed off, looking even as he spoke in its general direction; however futily, boarded walls obviously blocked his line of vision. Though it didn’t take his eyesight to realize why he hadn’t known this before.
Crossing to the southwest in particular had been an unachievable feat; the very passage was impregnable. Of course, this made the scholar all the more curious. His brain whirred even as Miss Obsidian continued, until he suddenly realized they were already out the door and partway up to the old bomb shanty.

He bowed his head passing the ruins and sighed a little. He remembered hearing about this from Renado. All that work—but the supplier earned new shipments in due course. Thankfully the Hero restored Goron peace in enough time.

Once they reached the spring, however, his mood brightened. He adjusted the blanket when he finished holding the glasses and took his spot nearest the edge, looking oft to the spring. He reasoned he would keep his feet dry for this particular outing.

“Thank you very much!” he said when she finished pouring the amount of wine he usually consumed…then paused uncertainly when she kept going, only nodding when she finally drew the bottle away. He decided not to mention it. No telling what sort of practices she learned growing up and, as a researcher, Shad learned to be particularly sensitive of other culture’s customs and to follow suit whenever possible!

“Oh, my dear, my research happens to be quite, quite vast…in subject, not of my own subpar prowess, certainly!” he clarified. “It spans many an era—I know! I’ll start from history’s legend and work up that way. Please,” he said, after a sip of the wine and a satisfactory nod, “do jump in when something sounds familiar. Hopefully there are more links in the chain than at present!”

Taking another, more solid, gulp of wine to whet his throat, he began with the myths of the City in the Sky and the creation of Hylians.

empyrealempresszelda:

Zelda hummed lightly when she felt Shad’s coat being draped over her shoulders, turning to her friend to give him a thankful smile, “Thank you, Shad.”

She cleared her throat, straightening her posture as the smile on her face widened. The blazer helped; the wind didn’t seem to have the abilities to push through the clothed barrier, keeping her bare arms warm and protected.

“Of course,” she chuckled in response, arms curling around Shad’s as she turned to her left, before she broke out into a walk, male in tow.

“It’d be best if we hurried,” she picked up her pace, “To save time, and, I’m sure you wouldn’t like being out here in this squally, frigid weather now, would you?”

As soon as it struck Shad the Princess was warm and comfortable, albeit his priority, he couldn’t help but realize he, subsequently, was not. Her arm locked with his, he did his best not to seize up his shoulders for the sudden blast of air and instead brought his other hand around to her arm. He began steering them both up the castle steps, his hair whipping and snapping in all directions. Oh Goddesses he should look quite the fright once they shut those doors!

“Why yes, Princess, as you say. Of course!” he replied, fumbling only once when he realized too late there were no more stair-steps and brought his foot down too hard. Once righted, he took one side of the doors and pulled it open against the squall, resisting the grunting noise bubbling in his throat.

((NOW to do the replies I said I’d do nearly a week ago.))

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((Just wanted to excuse my absence and say that I do plan on making any and all replies, on both accounts, tomorrow (Sunday) throughout the day! Yay for the announcement I should have made three days ago.

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ask-tp-zelda-sama:

“What am I going to do with you, Shad?” Zelda smiled amusedly, “I can’t force you to drop the title…”

She laughed lightly at his next words, eyes closing to join her smile, “That is true. But I’ve gotten so used to the job, it’s not as stressful as it was, before!”

She blinked as Shad explained the reason behind his presence out here in the middle of the night, listening to his words carefully.

“Ah,” she drawled, “I see…so you’ve been locked out…”

She joined in his laughter, her voice mingling with his, “I’m glad you still have that amazing memory of yours, Shad!

“Do not worry about your lack of visits, this meeting right here makes up for the most of it,” she smiled, “I know I’ve said this many times, but…I really am glad to see you, again. If we can, we might even kick in some tea, in this meeting! In fact, why don’t we go inside? Another much anticipated conversation is waiting for us!”

Another wind rushed past the two, and Zelda swore that it had deliberately strengthened in power and frigidness when it reached her. It hit her bare arms and legs with a good amount of cold air, blowing the hem of her nightgown about.

She found herself at a loss as she unintentionally shivered, and she instinctively brought her hands up to rub them against her forearms. A sneeze left her mouth as the wintry air wrapped around her body, and she almost regretted coming out so brashly, in her state.

The wind tousled Shad’s hair and forced him to squint through his lenses. It had become quite blustery! He pulled his shirt collar up over the back of his neck and rose his eyebrows at the Princess’ invitation.

“Tea? At this h—…”

Well. Shad couldn’t accuse the hour, really, for if he reflected honestly he knew he’d likely read until dawn. And for the former activity he would certainly appreciate a cup of tea by his wrist. Besides, he only just properly revisited the Princess after such a long extinguished friendship; why not rekindle it?

“…Tea sounds wonderful,” he replied vigorously, nodding and leaning toward the door. Though come to think of it, without the sun to warm the windchill from his bones, a warm anything indoors was a good idea.

He rearranged things, shifting the book to a better spot in his pack and moving the whole bundle about, before he noticed the Princess shivering in her spot. But of course! She waited so patiently, he rude enough to abuse her manners. And now his dawdling made her cold.

“Ah, I’m terribly sorry, Princess. Zelda, I mean. Here, allow me…”

He shrugged the coat off his back without a second thought and offered the blazer to her, carefully laying the fabric over her hunched and shaking shoulders. He paused once to sooth a wrinkle in the seam before he picked up his pack again.

“Would you lead the way?” he asked, offering his elbow.

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Sleepless Night [ Closed Starter ] ((TP Zelda, Shad, ???))

ask-tp-zelda-sama:

“Shad,” she sighed in what seemed like a mockingly exasperated manner, “You know there is no need to be so formal with me.”

She approached him with a smile, hair flying about behind her as another wind blew past, and although she had the urge to shiver, she refrained from doing so.

“I was- I mean, am once again, struck with insomnia,” the brunette looked down to the cobblestone ground, blinking when she realised that she was still bare-footed. She quietly grunted in embarrassment - she shouldn’t have been so overwhelmed by her excitement to the point where she forgot her shoes!

But then again, she hadn’t seen Shad in quite some time…

She lifted her head up, smile widening, “I’m not sure why insomnia is hitting me though, I haven’t done anything too strenuous for my brain, today…

“Anyway, enough about me, Shad,” the Princess waved her hand in a nonchalant manner, “I’d like to know, what you are doing outside here, at this time of this night?”

Shad shrugged his coat across his shoulders and smiled. 

“As you wish, Princess,” he replied, “though I’ll have you know I can’t in good conscience drop the ‘Princess’ title anytime soon.”

Though, it was true—Shad needn’t be so formal with Her Highness. He earned the privilege of her friendship, and somehow her respect, long ago. He merely used the titles by force of habit.

He listened to Zelda’s case and nodded while she explained.

“I know the feeling,” he said. He straightened his glasses. “On the contrary, I find I’m most insomnia-struck when I haven’t been as productive as usual…though I daresay, if not impolitely, what you define to be ‘strenuous’ proves leagues more difficult than anyone else would concur. You’re very busy, Your Highness.”

His smile flickered when she asked after his business, however, and he glanced down at the book in his grasp.

“I’m afraid I, too, find myself wandering aimlessly outside the realm of dreamland,” he answered, clearing his throat. “I’ve been locked out.”

He looked up and laughed. “Yet, fortunately, your library doors proved much more hospitable. I supposed I would face more opposition, but I remember my way about well, even for my visiting lack; I apologize, by the way.”

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