Wilting Light (Vaati x reader)

The Demon Eye

Vaati pushed his way to the exit of the pub, receiving quite a few complaints along the way. Once out into the streets of the densely populated island, he glanced behind him. No one was following him, much to his relief. He needed to get away from all these people, away from you. Determined, he continued pushing his way through the crowd until he found himself in a small neighborhood. Since everyone was in town having a good time, it was mostly empty. Peeking from behind the tops of houses houses was a small wood. Yes... He should go there. He'd be alone, and he would be allowed to think and do as he wished.

He began his little journey through the neighborhood, his normal arrogant and don't-talk-to-me attitude shown in every step. He stopped when someone passed by him on their way to town, humming a faintly familiar tune. While she'd been locked away in the Wind Palace, Princess Zelda had hummed the simple tune. He wondered what happened to her, and where the Light Force went. If it still existed.

Vaati shook his head at the thought and continued on his way, quicker than before, and the tune was playing over and over in his head. More memories came back, another one of Zelda; he was trying to extract the Light Force, and she was a mere statue. During his efforts, his crimson eyes met with her colorless, stone ones. He saw fear, raw fear. He paused for a moment, wondering how a hunk of stone could show such—

"AGH! Fuck!" The tip of Vaati's sandal hit the ground at the wrong angle, and he stumbled, trying to regain his balance, before he fell face first into the dirt and rocks. He threw his hands out in front of him to avoid a mouth full of earth, but his hands and knees were badly scraped and covered in dry dirt.

One woman glanced up from her job of putting clothes on the clothesline to dry, and looked at him, clearly concerned. "My, what language! Are you okay...?"

"I'm quite alright," he snapped without even bothering to look at her, which earned him a glare from the one person who cared to show concern. Quickly, that glare turned to a look of interest. Vaati continued walking, not even knowing that she still had her eyes on him.

"Oh! You're purple!" she exclaimed after a moment.

"No," he said loudly, sarcasm turning his voice to poison. "I'm green." The woman, sensing his annoyance, and went back to her task without another word for the wind mage.

He huffed and brushed his knees and clothes off, and continued on his way. He hated the side effect of having to relearn how to walk that made him rather clumsy. Several times you had caught him in the midst of a fall. He despised how weak it made him seem. He was the greatest sorcerer alive, not some helpless child!

He now stood before the wood. In the distance, the sun was descending below the horizon, its light creating streaks of gray, orange, and blue that decorated the sky. The dark, lifeless shadows the trees cast looked welcoming enough.

He glanced behind him once again before entering the maze of trees.

Vaati made his way through bushes that tried to block his path, thickets, and tall grass. Crickets chirped loudly in his abnormally large ears, and he saw the occasional pink fairy. He even heard an owl-a rare sound-which made the area eerie. He walked, and walked, lost in his sea of thoughts.

After a while, he heard water slap against rock. It wasn't long after that that he came upon a cliff with, of course, ocean below. He glared at water with hatred in his red eye.

He recalled what you said: All around us, there is nothing but ocean and islands. Do you see a place capable of being Hyrule?

No, he didn't. But that didn't mean that it was nonexistent. He had emerged from the ocean, and you had said that the Golden Goddesses had flooded the kingdom...