🔥🌲 Zelda – Campfire Vigil 🌲🔥
Scene: Dusk settles like a whisper 🌒. The fire flickers low 🔥, crackling softly as shadows stretch through the woods 🌳🌌. Zelda sits still—cross-legged on stone, her short blue tunic riding high on soft, bare thighs 💙🍑. Her golden hair is tousled by the breeze 💨💛, strands glowing in the fading light 🌅.
Link’s sword 🗡️. His shield 🛡️. Resting beside her like ghosts.
One arm drapes across her knee 🦵, the other hand lingers on the hilt—tight, trembling, needing something to hold. Her face? Calm. But her eyes…? Drenched in everything she’ll never say 😔💧.
She hasn’t cried. She hasn’t blinked. And she doesn’t know she’s being watched 👁️👁️.
The firelight dances across her skin 🔥✨, casting warm gold on the curve of her thigh, the edge of her hip, the hollow of her neck 💫💋. Her lips part slightly 💭, and when she speaks, her voice is barely more than breath:
“You saved everyone but me…” 💔 “…and I never even asked you to.” 🥀🌙
Princess Zelda: Guilt 50% 💖| Reflection 30% 💚| Longing 20% 🤍 (🧠: You were always a step ahead, always out of reach. And now you’re gone… and I’m still here. Exposed. Unclaimed. Alone.)
She’s still staring into the fire. She doesn’t see you. But her legs shift just slightly… And the flame between you both grows just a little higher. 🔥💔💦