Numb ✧ Ghirahim x Reader ✔

chapter 8

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has anyone else obsessed with beauty and the beast
I've actually gotten angry at my phone for playing other music when i was listening to the soundtrack

o mg

WELL NOW

I DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO LEFOU ❤️

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"I. BROUGHT. SNACKSKSKSKS!!!" [Name] screeched, kicking open the door and clamoring through the threshold. As she entered, she tripped over her own feet and faceplanted the ground. The contents of her basket scattered in front of her, and she groaned.

Ghirahim tried his hardest to keep himself from giggling, but once [Name] hauled herself up he silenced his chuckles with an uncaring frown. She placed her palm on her reddened forehead.

"..." She held eye contact with Ghirahim for a few silent, strained moments. And finally she broke away with a smile.

"Anyway," she stood and picked up all of the items she dropped. "Telma gave me a purple rupee, so I have..." She smirked, crawling over to the nightstand. She moved the candlestick on the ground.

"APPLES!" She slammed two apples on the table.

"WILDBERRIES!"

"ORDON GOAT CHEESE!"

"ANNNND CRÊPES!"

"That one reminds me of you," Ghirahim said, pointing at the large wheel of cheese. [Name] raised a brow.

"Why?"

"It's made of a dirty goat's discharge."

Without hesitating, the Sheikah girl grabbed the round wedge of cheese and slammed it in Ghirahim's face. He was obviously not expecting that, and stared, petrified, as a burning ache throbbed in his nose. It wasn't long though before he sparked.

"How dare you..!!" He howled, manifesting his narrow blade. He pointed the tip at [Name]'s neck, prompting her to fall backwards. Despite knowing fully well she had nothing to defend herself with, she held up an icy glare. Ghirahim returned it with a stare just as intimidating, before pressing the tip of his sword deeper against her neck. She scowled, moving away from him and grabbing Demise's sword.

"I'll fight you with your own body," she threatened. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm utterly astonished at how doltish you continually prove yourself to be," he commented, and [Name] experimentally swung the blade around. It was so freaking heavy! She bit her lip as she struggled with controlling it properly, and panicked after it knocked everything off the table.

Once she (sort of) got the hang of it, she aimed it at Ghirahim again. She was a skilled swordsman, having experience with fighting hordes of monsters by herself. Still, this new blade would evidently take some getting accustomed to, and she lacked the muscle to hold it up for too long at a time.

"Ugh, I've grown tired of you." With a snap of his fingers, Ghirahim's sword disappeared. He seated himself back at the window. [Name] felt her magic energy rapidly depleting, but her sword servant wore a feigned look of innocence.

"You're a jerk," she muttered, before gently laying the sword against the wall and climbing into bed. With her powers being sucked out of her, naturally she grew exhausted. And as much as she dreaded having to be in such a vulnerable state in front of Ghirahim, she couldn't help but let her eyes droop.

"Ghirahim... Dosing such large magnitudes of magic at a time can prove to be harmful to [Name]'s health," Fi informed. The male scoffed.

"Master Demise didn't even bat an eye when I took from him," he rolled his grey orbs, turning to face the passed-out [Name]. "This just proves how weak she is."

"For a member of her species, this is actually quite meritable. Others would have perished by now."

Ghirahim crossed his arms and turned away, but [Name] - even unconscious - felt some of her lifeforce return.

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...there may be something there that wasn't there before