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jaebilityTitle: Embark
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
Characters: Malon and Ganondorf
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 359
Rating: PG
Summary: Her first time was not what she expected.
Author's Notes: Blarg. Not what I wanted to write, but it's not as bad as it could have been.
She hadn't meant to be so inexperienced, but she came out of childhood during the war and she realized immediately that she simply couldn't afford to love, not when she had to battle hunger and pain and death.
It had been easy accepting Ganondorf's outstretched hand, easier than she would have liked. He came in autumn, when the sky and the meadows were same grey-yellow, the strange waiting period between the last harvest and the first snow. He was bigger and darker than she had expected -she had seen him only a few times before- and his stallion frightened the horses into an nervous silence, but she was afflicted more with surprise and curiousity than fear. She had thought briefly about her farm and her father before she allowed herself to be pulled onto his horse. She sat behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest and wondering about how her fate would have turned out if her mother had never died.
She had finally received an opportunity to be free again. She could banish the worries of the crops, of the breeding season, of the weather and of the seasons. The irony of her situation was not lost on her, and she chewed on her ragged nails and thought how it was only in the arms of the Dark King that she could find solace. He laughed and teased and dismissed her fears and listened when she sang. She slept in his embrace at night, his heat searing her through her night gown.
Her first time was not what she expected. There had been pain and a bit of blood, but neither of them apologized. Something inside her had been rediscovered and she reveled in its existence. She wondered if he felt it, then if it mattered if he felt it, and then if it mattered if she did, but she couldn't think of how to explain it to him, so instead she asked about the hidden chambers of the castle and the smell of desert food and the lore of Hyrule and everything that she could think of that didn't matter.
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time
Characters: Malon and Ganondorf
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 359
Rating: PG
Summary: Her first time was not what she expected.
Author's Notes: Blarg. Not what I wanted to write, but it's not as bad as it could have been.
She hadn't meant to be so inexperienced, but she came out of childhood during the war and she realized immediately that she simply couldn't afford to love, not when she had to battle hunger and pain and death.
It had been easy accepting Ganondorf's outstretched hand, easier than she would have liked. He came in autumn, when the sky and the meadows were same grey-yellow, the strange waiting period between the last harvest and the first snow. He was bigger and darker than she had expected -she had seen him only a few times before- and his stallion frightened the horses into an nervous silence, but she was afflicted more with surprise and curiousity than fear. She had thought briefly about her farm and her father before she allowed herself to be pulled onto his horse. She sat behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest and wondering about how her fate would have turned out if her mother had never died.
She had finally received an opportunity to be free again. She could banish the worries of the crops, of the breeding season, of the weather and of the seasons. The irony of her situation was not lost on her, and she chewed on her ragged nails and thought how it was only in the arms of the Dark King that she could find solace. He laughed and teased and dismissed her fears and listened when she sang. She slept in his embrace at night, his heat searing her through her night gown.
Her first time was not what she expected. There had been pain and a bit of blood, but neither of them apologized. Something inside her had been rediscovered and she reveled in its existence. She wondered if he felt it, then if it mattered if he felt it, and then if it mattered if she did, but she couldn't think of how to explain it to him, so instead she asked about the hidden chambers of the castle and the smell of desert food and the lore of Hyrule and everything that she could think of that didn't matter.