Numb ✧ Ghirahim x Reader ✔

chapter 38

a/n: ARE YOU READY FOR ACTION

CUZ I AM

THIS CHAPTER WAS A LOT OF FUN

I'VE HAD WRITERS BLOCK SINCE MAYBE CHAP 33 AND I'M FINALLY BACK N READY WITH IDEAS weheheh

I'VE BEEN PAINFULLY AWARE OF HOW MANY PLOT HOLES THERE ARE IN THIS FIC BUT I THINK I HAVE MOST OF THEM FIGURED OUT,, NOW I JUST NEED TO IMPLEMENT EM SO YEYEY

ALSO THIS IS THE LONGEST CHAPTER YET

ENJOY

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QOTD (sent in by animelover1839 ♥):
Do you like kpop? If yes what's your favorite artist/song/group?

►Aha I don't sorry... ^^

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The sandy air of a warm autumn evening flowed through [Name]'s nostrils when she stepped outside of the Gate of Time. Nothing much had changed; if she didn't know better, she would've never been able to guess she had gone to the past.

The Gerudo Desert was the same as always: hot, uncomfortably arid, and, obviously, full of sand.

"Did it work?" [Name] asked dumbly, before glancing back at the Gate. There was nothing there, besides the dunes piling and blowing away at the mercy of the harsh wind. "Where'd it ago?" It irritated her how aware she wasーironicallyーof her ignorance.

"Yes, it did," Ghirahim answered as he stepped through the soft sand. "And you honestly think such a revolutionary piece of technology would just be sitting around for anyone to use? Obviously it was hidden away."

The Sheikah opened her mouth to question how he was able to find it, but quickly shut it. She already knew the answer. "Dowsing" as Ghirahim called it.

"How far back are we?"

"Twenty years. ...Oh, it would've been wise to ask this beforehand, butーhow old are you?"

"Eighteen," [Name] answered. Although it was only for a moment, she noticed the Demon Lord's jaw slack. Her brows raised at his reaction. A playful smile crossed her face.

"Are your pedo senses tingling?"

His face flushed. "Be quiet!" he hissed, spinning on his heel. "Statistically speaking, yes, I've been alive for thousands of years. However since Master Demise's," he stammered, "fall, I entered a period of stasis. Until I was awakened again in this era. So I am the same age I was all those years ago," he explained, hands on his hips.

"So how old were you before Demise died?"

Ghirahim's fingers twitched at how informally [Name] referred to his lord, but he kept his composure.

"Over a century," he responded proudly. [Name] huffed.

"So you're still a pedo," she concluded with a shrug. He tried hard to think of some witty retort, but could only avert his gaze. The Sheikah grinned; content with the fact that she had him speechless.

"Anyways," he coughed. "Do you have any clue where your parents might've been two years before you were born?"

"Not really," she admitted. "But they knew Telma, so maybe we could ask her."

And so Ghirahim took her by the hand again. She blinked, and in that instant the hot desert had melded away into the cooler Castle Town. Crisp air filled her lungs, which she undoubtedly favored over the desert's sandy atmosphere.