vatheon | Tea in the park

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Tea in the park

Who: Zelda and Shizuo, but open to crashes from people who have CR with them and would do that sort of thing
Where: The park
When: Late afternoon, January 3rd
Status: Semi-open

After spending a little longer than she had intended to making herself presentable to the general public again, Zelda made her way to the park. It was nice, meeting someone with no particular reason behind it. She'd never done anything like it back home, that was for certain. Her spirits lifted, she settled down on a bench with two thermoses of sweet tea. Oh, she had certainly thought of using the nice tea set that Izaya gave her for Christmas, but she couldn't imagine that Shizuo would be very appreciative if he found out where it had come from.

She spread her skirt out properly with a small sigh of distress, noting how threadbare it was getting. Maybe Izaya was right, she should go get some more gowns...

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Shizuo clenched his jaw and curled his fingers into fists. His self-control wavered just as Zelda's voice did. The more it seemed she was struggling with the interaction, the more Shizuo wanted to spring into action.

"I'll stand," he said, easing his inner tension just enough to go digging in his pocket for his cigarette pack. "He can sit." He placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it, all the while keeping an eye on...not-Link.

"I don't want any tea!" Dark Link screamed in a cracking voice, kicking a thermos and sending it skittering away across the grass. "I don't want any tea and I don't want to be anyone else! I'm Link! If I'm not, then I've failed! Why won't you understand!?"

His form flickered, rivulets of darkness leaking from his shoulders and arms, causing his complexion to turn dark and indistinct. He wasn't doing it on purpose; he felt like he was unraveling and he hated the feeling. Maybe he hated her for making him feel it. Maybe he hated everything.

He stood, trembling, as darkness flowed around him until all that could be made out was an outline and two glowing red eyes.

This was exactly what Shizuo was waiting for: a clear, imminent threat. Proof that the guy who bothered Zelda so much was indeed dangerous. The darkness that seeped out of him reminded Shizuo a little bit of Celty - but he wasn't about to focus on that. He didn't trust himself to push Zelda aside - especially not in his current state - so he just stepped in front of her instead, grinning with anticipation for the fight ahead.

Initially, it was all about protecting Zelda. But once Shizuo was in his fighting mode, impulsivity took over, and his focus narrowed entirely on not-Link. Shizuo broke his cigarette in two, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it. He was ready.

"We asked you to sit!" he yelled, grabbing the bench that he and Zelda had previously been using. He tore it up from the ground and brandished it at not-Link.

Darkness continued to radiate from Dark Link, his expression completely obscured save for his eerie glowing eyes. "This doesn't concern you, Human!"

It looked like he turned his face towards Shizuo but it was hard to tell when it was completely blacked out. Dark Link reached behind him for his sword... and realized he had left it and his shield lying at the base of the tree he'd vacated moments before.

He started to back away towards the tree.

Like hell Shizuo was going to just let him slink away. His grin widened and he took a step forward. Everything else was blacked out in that moment. He didn't know what Zelda was doing - if she were watching or saying anything at all. All he knew was that he was going to make sure not-Link regretted crashing their outing.

With clenched teeth and using all his strength, Shizuo swung the bench as though it were a baseball bat. Except he let the bench go as soon as it hit his target, hoping to add to the follow-through.

He didn't know anything about magic or that strange darkness, so he remained primed for more action - in case that was not enough.

Zelda had initially been frozen in place. The sight of someone with Link's shape looking so evil was unbearable. Part of her was tempted to allow Shizuo to just handle the fight. Why not? It's not as if the shadow had reacted well.

Then she remembered the trinket she had given Shizuo on New Year's. It was meant to protect against dark magic by dissipating the spell. If it was used on the shadow (and it would almost certainly activate if he were to retaliate against Shizuo), he would surely die. It didn't matter if he only shared his appearance with Link, she couldn't bear to watch that.

"Stop it!" she commanded, throwing up a barrier between them. Rather than leave it invisible, she added a golden sheen to it just so they would both know it was there. "Both of you, cease this at once!"

Dark Link was left with no time to react as the bench came careening towards his face. The darkness he'd been exuding dissipated all at once, leaving his surprised and maybe a little terrified face visible through the golden hue of the barrier for an instant before the bench made contact and Dark Link went sailing through the air and out of sight into the underbrush.

He likely wouldn't be bothering them again any time soon.

And just like that, it was over.

It was easy for Shizuo to come back into the current moment once not-Link was gone. With the easing of his inner tension, however, also came the awareness of the barrier. And Zelda. And the fact that she had been yelling for them to stop.

He had reacted to Zelda's own anxiety, had waited until that not-Link guy had proven dangerous, had held off until that very moment. Self-control didn't come easy to Shizuo, but he had tried. Succeeded in keeping his anger at bay until he had all the evidence he needed.

And yet, hearing Zelda yell for them to stop, he felt the onslaught of what he had done. Maybe he should have checked with her first, or waited for her to say something -

But Shizuo was a reactive being.

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say, now that the threat was gone and everything had slowed down to a halt. There was no bench to sit on, now, so he leaned against a tree and took out another cigarette, using his preoccupation with that to avoid having to say anything to Zelda.

Dark Link was gone. Seeing that Shizuo was calm again, Zelda lowered her barrier and let out the breath that she had been holding in. She could still feel the darkness nearby, though. Frowning, she moved over to the brush and uncovered Link's sword and shield, replicated down to the smallest details.

Of course, a shadow of the Master Sword was nothing compared to the real thing. She picked them up and walked back over to Shizuo, her face carefully blank.

"I'm sorry. I know that it must be extremely difficult to not fight when a creature of dark magic is before you. He is... not able to control himself either, I think."

It wasn't Zelda that should have apologized - but Shizuo, for giving into the rage like he had, for doing that in front of her. And he would have given her an awkward sorry, but wound up too affected by her diction to do so.

Either.

Izaya was always so intent on making Shizuo aware of the monster that he was - making him face it, time and time again, with each fight - reminding him both in speech and action. But Izaya had always been the only one brave enough to say it directly too him. Everyone else was too afraid to label him a monster, a fighting doll, or anything of that sort when he was within earshot. Why? Because he'd beat them within an inch of their lives if they dared.

Now things were different. Shizuo was in a strange place with strange people and here, before him, someone he couldn't fathom raising even the lightest touch against was drawing a parallel between himself a guy that had made her anxious and upset. Someone out of control - just like that "creature of dark magic."

Shizuo voiced none of this. He just nodded, dragged on his cigarette, and then straightened back up. He bent to pick up the fallen thermoses and held them out to Zelda. "I should get going," he explained.

Zelda didn't understand what she had done, but she could tell that Shizuo was upset. Was it because he had lost control? It didn't enter her mind that he was upset at being compared to Dark Link. She didn't consider him a monster, after all. A magical construct, yes, but it was as she had said to him: You're a person. We can be friends.

She took the thermoses without fear, sighing. "It's unfortunate that he showed up. I was going to have someone more skilled at this sort of thing speak with him... I'm afraid I can't do it myself."

Her ears lowered. It was pathetic. Just because he wore Link's face, she was completely useless.

"Perhaps we can do this another time, when he understands more about people."

Zelda may have called the "creature of dark magic" a person in an effort to diffuse the situation, but the way she had reacted to him indicated otherwise - at least as Shizuo interpreted it.

"Maybe," he replied, again with a short nod. "Sorry I couldn't help more." There was no way he'd ever be able to sit down and have a conversation with someone who was clearly volatile. Not when Shizuo himself was volatile, as he had just made clear.

"Anyway, I'll see you. Thanks for the tea."

She nodded and let him go on his way, looking down at the replicated Master Sword with disgust. Zelda vowed to direct her anger to the correct person next time - to Ganondorf, the one who had violated not only the image of her friend, but that of a sacred relic as well.

She'd just have to remember that it wasn't Dark Link's fault.

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Tea in the park

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