Numb ✧ Ghirahim x Reader ✔

chapter 25

QOTD: Best Zelda OTP?
►hena x me obviously
ghirahim x link

hilda x ravio

sp icy

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[Name] kept her eyes locked on Ghirahim's neck. She didn't have the courage to look him in the eye, especially after his... confession. It sounded absurd to her; she couldn't imagine him actually professing his love. Indirectly, of course, but this was as close as his ego would allow him to get. She wondered if this was all a bluff.

"Might I ask... your feelings of me?" He asked, and her eyes flicked back up to greet him. Her lips parted. The only sound she could make, in her swarming fluster, was a stuttered grunt.

He chuckled at that. "It's quite alright..."

And he leaned in, his nose barely touching her own. Her eyes widened as he came closer, his lips brushing gently against hers. Dissatisfied with her rather tepid reaction, he pushed harder. His lips were soft and pleasant, in comparison to her chapped and coarse ones. Although she didn't return the kiss, she didn't push away either. Her eyes were wide and her face felt scorching now. When he pulled back, she remained paralyzed.

"That was a joke..." she mumbled. Somehow, she missed his touch.

"Perhaps, but these feelings are true. Do you refuse me?"

"I dunno..." she sighed. "That was unexpected."

She hauled herself onto the raft, allowing her legs to remain dangling in the water. Her back was hunched over when she noticed a weight shift in the space next to her. She scooted away from Ghirahim.

"I don't hate you," she offered.

"You would have pulled away if you did," he pointed out.

"But I thought you hated me?"

He ignored her question, choosing to instead point out her flaws: "Your lips are chapped, by the way." Of course. She rolled her eyes when he continued. "If it weren't for the water they would've been uncomfortable. You should take care of that."

"It's my Ghirardelli repellent," she stated, rubbing her thumb's fingernail against her bottom lip.

"Don't call me that."

"You violated me; I can call you whatever the hell I want."

"Somehow I doubt that you didn't enjoy that."

"I can't see myself with someone who's pretty much just the embodiment of a sword. Not to mention, you're always acting like you have a stick up your ass, you dick."

He stiffened, but his eyes softened as he desperately tried to keep his composure. He wouldn't allow his fury to ruin this moment. Like he'd stated months before, when he went to visit Telma: Nothing angered him more than being rejected.

At least, for [Name], whom he truly cared for, he'd make an effort to try harder.

He removed the glove from his right arm, and reached his hand down to cup his hand around her cheek. He wanted to feel her skin, not just through a piece of fabric.

Surprisingly, she turned her head into his palm. For a moment he thought she was easing into his touch, nuzzling him, though that was proved wrong when her mouth opened and she gave a swift lick of her tongue across his hand. He hissed, immediately retracting his arm. What the hell?!

"You—!" He cut himself off, waving his hand to shake off her saliva. She seemed... flustered, again.

"Oh... sorry!" She apologized. "You smelled like bananas so I just... It's compulsive."