Numb ✧ Ghirahim x Reader ✔

curtain call

It stung his heart every time a {h|c} strand turned grey, and her soft skin lost its youthful glow. Though Ghirahim could do nothing but watch as [Name] matured through the years. The flame of their intimacy had long since burned out, and for now they merely enjoyed the other's company. Chatting over tea, or strolling through Castle Town together, it amazed the both of them how they never got tired of seeing the other. Even when they no longer shared the same bed.

"Do you wish we could've had children?" Ghirahim would ask occasionally, usually out of the blue. [Name] would loll her head back, then shut her eyes, her steps slowed and shaky.

"A little... But they'd have been teased a lot, don't you think?" Her voice had frailed and shriveled, much like her body had. She continued to pummel through life with an unwavering passion, though, completely ignoring the fact that she was deteriorating at a constant rate.

"...Sorry."

"Ah, but if they were as cocky as you and as pigheaded as I used to be, I think they'd march through life without a care for their bullies."

"Perhaps." As he spoke to her now, Ghirahim couldn't stop himself from realizing his little flower had aged far quicker than he would have liked.

...And then one day, she withered away completely.

Everyone of their generation had been passing and goingーof course, being as stubborn as she, [Name] would be one of the last old ladies still standing strong. However her time seemed to be pretty obviously approachingーit wasn't much of a surprise when she fell asleep one night and never awoke in the morning.

Ghirahim didn't cry. He never had before, and didn't think he would begin now, not even by the loss of someone as exceptional as [Name]. Her corpse received a proper burial, and the children of Ashei and Shad and Hena had all paid their respects to their favorite aunt.

[Name]'s death hadn't even hit Ghirahim as hard as he thought it would. At least, not emotionally. He simply continued to walk through the world, though for some reason it seemed to have lost all its color and cheer. A desire for inflicting torment onto others began to resurface again, which he desperately tried to push aside.

He didn't feel sad, just.. numb.

At one point he decided to pull out the Scimitar of Twilight, and integrated himself into the blade. In this way, he'd fall into rest as well, and while he'd still be breathing this was close enough to an eternal rest.

As his eyes shut, and his consciousness escaped him, the last thing he heard was [Name]'s voice, whispering to him from his memories. He only wished he could have grown along with her...

・le later・

"Hey, Link! Come check this out!" A female's voice called out, though Ghirahim could barely comprehend what he was hearing. He'd been sleeping for millenniums, and, somehow, just the sound of this foreign voice awoke him..? The woman's voice continued.

"This must've belonged to the Sheikah tribe. Look at its pommel; do you see that eye symbol? ...Link!"

A young Hylian boy, clad in blue, turned to face the princess Zelda. He tilted his head to the side once he approached her, examining the sword she had unearthed.

"I wonder if this possesses any capabilities, besides being a sword, obviously, given that other pieces of Sheikah technology are so advanced..."

Link hummed in agreement, while Ghirahim tried to think back to what he was doing before his rest. He faintly remembered... a Sheikah female, though couldn't recall what importance she had.

And then, as he sighted the ponytail-adorning male, his memories suddenly washed over him. [Name], [Name]ー[Name] [Surname].

"If you look closely, you can see it's pulsing red a little," Zelda noted, moving her head barely inches away from the scimitar. Ghirahim's eyes flicked between her and the Hylian Champion, before he silently sobbed to himself.

Just when he thought a second Link was bad enough, now a third waltzed into his life..?

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Original End Date: August 3, 2017