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Who: Zelda and Zelos/later Zelos and Lloyd
Where: Ordo 3/Lloyd's place
When: Backdated to the 25th, after speaking with Link over the SFC
Status: Closed

Zelda isn't even one hundred percent sure of where she's going once she puts down the SFC. Hylia. A goddess. She's always felt responsible for everything that happened to Hyrule, but if this is the case... she held more responsibility than even she had ever thought. She lays on the bed facedown and hugs a pillow tightly enough that it looks as if it might burst.

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Her country has been ravaged. Zelda knows that they won't be able to rebuild without the financial support a good marriage will offer. She was the one who caused all of this, and she will be the one to fix it. She looks over her shoulder at Lloyd and smiles again, then heads downstairs.

The best and worst thing about smiles is that they can be interpreted however anyone who sees them wants to believe. That smile to Lloyd makes him think that Zelda is agreeing, at least to think about things. He smiles back and follows her out.

"I should probably head back home." He has a mild headache. Nothing big, nothing that's really bothering him, but he'd kind of like to lie down for a while.

He has no idea yet that that headache's only going to get worse.

"Of course. Get some rest, Lloyd." Zelda heads to the kitchen and looks at Zelos. Why had he told Lloyd? She felt betrayed, having him drag someone into it all like this. She would never repeat most of what he'd told her. If Zelos looks up from his preparations, her expression is perfectly blank.

Zelos hadn't actually been listening, for once. As nosy as he is at times, hearing Lloyd give his idealistic speeches made him feel entirely too much so he'd hidden out in the kitchen the entire time, not only making tea - specifically the kind that he knows Zelda likes best - but also madeleine cookies. Now things can just go back to how they were after that brief bout of insanity and while that Link guy may still be a bit of a problem, it's nothing that can't be handled.

He doesn't look up when he hears Zelda enter, happily continuing to pour batter into the cookie mold. "You get what I mean now, right? Lloyd's got this way with words I'll never understand but it works♥"

"No, Zelos. It doesn't."

She doesn't say anything more than that. She doesn't need to. The hurt in her tone is clear, if distant. It sounds more like an echo of an emotion than the real thing. She continues to observe him quietly for a few moments.

What? That's... not what he expected. If her tone is akin to a slap in the face, her expression when he turns around is tantamount to a punch in the gut.

"W-..? But I was just trying to..."

The rest of his excuses die on his tongue. It's impossible to argue with that face, even feeling as he does that he's simply trying to help, to make her understand that her life can be her own, but he's gone about it in the worst way and he can't even apologize, turned silent by the look in her eyes.

She's always known that her life wasn't hers to live. It hurts a little to see him upset like this, but it feels far away. "I know what you were trying to do, Zelos. I don't appreciate it." She turns and heads out of the house without saying anything else.

He's tempted to go after her, grab her shoulder, make her understand somehow that the only reason he did this, the only reason he cares is because he wants her to be happy. There's a space for her in his life now. He doesn't usually make space, but she'd managed to worm her way in over his time here and her walking out like that leaves a tangible hole, an empty place he'd never meant to develop.

He watches her go, powerless to stop her.

He's left alone in the house.

It's easier to be angry. It's easier to pretend there's no hole there and that it's simply her own damn fault for not understanding. It's easier to throw all the baking in the sink with a crash, to hurl a teacup at the wall out of spite. It's easier to sink his arms to the counter and hide his head in them, heedless of the bits of batter and teacup crackling underfoot.

Only none of it's actually easy.

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