I Had No Idea Where I Was Going With This One

Impromptu piece, needs editing, soon, liek moar emotion!! And a better, stronger personality on Zelda's part!! You can do it, Evanesced! You can make these characters come to life!!
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"I can not sleep," she uttered faintly from the moon-lit darkness of their chambers.
It was silent, yet she was aware of his restlessness at night--his fits of haunted reverie--just like her own. What din kept them from sleep in their abstracted minds?

"...For whatever reason?" His voice came like muffled thunder having traveled the thickness of stone walls--how distant, yet how benign that she did not smart beneath his callousness. He was subdued, that was all--defeated and dejected.

"Do your prophecies wake you, still?" Came his voice, disconsolate, again.

Yes, he was still smote by her words from earlier, today. She had always been too good at divining his intentions. However, she did not know that the reason why he could not sleep tonight was because of her deductions, earlier in the evening. He had been very much affected by her, always. Ganondorf Dragmire could hide nothing of his thoughts and emotions from her. To the queen, Zelda, he was a portrait of internal strife--tortured and torturous--and yet, he carried himself with such bearing and guarded composure that at times she felt she was not so good at discerning him as she had thought.

"No," remarked Zelda with feigned conviction, bringing the sheets over her wan shoulders, "Those haven't been coming to me, lately..."

Her husband shifted, with much discomfort, to meet her with searching countenance, his brows furrowed, lips arched into a slight frown.
"What, then, keeps you, Zelda?"

She did not know, precisely. The Gerudo was less foreign to her, his title of 'Dark Lord' becoming ever more a description of his soul's obscurities than his harsh actions.
He was a magnificent creature, she felt--a stag in the silent woods.

And she, too, was equally as enthralling--the starving hunter who spares him.

Ganondorf rubbed his smooth jaw in wait for Zelda's response, but it never came, so he considered rising from bed, for morning was coming. He did not, however.

For she just watched him so intently, and with such concerned penetration...

...that there was an intimate level of affinity, then, at long last.