Numb ✧ Ghirahim x Reader ✔

chapter 37

a/n: GUESS WHOS BACK BISHES

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ONWARDS—GHIRA FLUFF AWAITS

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The subtlest touch brushed against [Name]'s shoulder, causing her to stir as her eyelids fluttered open. A hand was pressed against her arm, trying to shake her awake.

"What?" she murmured. She batted a hand at whoever was bothering her, though she miscalculated how much strength she possessed. She slapped Ghirahim in the face, and could practically feel the stings she left behind.

He only grunted in response. "Why are you so violent..?"

"Ugh..." [Name] retracted her arm, resting her palm on her forehead. "The sun isn't even up yet..."

"It's only been a few hours. I got bored so I woke you."

Groaning, the Sheikah woman rolled away from him. "Can you even try to sleep?"

"I rest while dormant within Master's sword."

"Then do that."

"I'd rather not leave your side."

[Name] would have blushed, if she wasn't already irritated by the Demon Lord. "I'm not sleeping with a sword," she refused before he could even suggest such an idea. He chuckled lightly.

"Not that. I woke you so I could show you something." Sitting up from the mattress, Ghirahim swung his legs down to meet the ground. "Let's go."

However the red-eyed female only sunk further into her bed, gripping her blankets tighter. "I just wanna close my eyes and hope I disappear..."

The demon stilled, staring down at the woman half-asleep next to him. He crawled on top of her, fingers curling around her wrists as he leaned close to her face. Her lashes swept upward at the sudden contact.

"What could still be troubling you?" he asked, his tone a bit concerned for once. It was so endearing to hear him speak like this, and her heart fluttered. Until: "I'm fine, aren't I?'

She scowled. "You really think this is all about you?!" she snapped, tearing her limbs away from him. "While you were sitting around letting Ganon take control of your mind, I was worrying over myself, and how I let... Princess Zelda....." Her breath hitched, voice fading out. The memory of seeing the princess's corpse haunted her.

Climbing out of bed, she trudged across the room. Her hand enclosed on the doorknob. "Leave me alone for a bit..." she muttered as the wooden door swung open. Stepping outside, she let Ghirahim sit in the darkness of her empty room.

"The princess isn't dead," he called out, prompting her to halt. When her head peeked into view, the demon calmed a bit, readying to inform her of everything he knew.

"How would you know that?" she responded.

"You've never heard of a sword spirit's ability to dowse? My senses are so much sharper than any other demon's," he boasted, teleporting in front of his Sheikah master. He held the door wide open now, so she couldn't hide behind it.

His lips twitched up into a smile seeing her confusion. She was baffled, unfamiliar with the act of dowsing. But she didn't have a chance to ask anything for the Demon Lord spoke first.

"Though," he breathed in, determining Zelda's exact location. "She's still in the throne room."

[Name] tensed up. As long as Ganondorf still reigned, she never wanted to step foot in the castle—much less the throne room—ever again. She inhaled sharply.