Dear Diary Part 1"So are they here?" Ganondorf asked rummaging through his desk glancing up when he saw Vaati curled on the couch, his face buried in a book sniffing the pages and giggling. "What on Hyrule are you doing?! Are they here or not?"More Like This
"Of course they are here." Vaati grinned standing up. "This is wonderful! Smell." he offered the book to the king "She sprays perfume on the pages!" Vaati shoved Zelda's diary in Ganondorf's face.
"I don't want to smell!" he sneered moving in to knock the small white leather bound book out of his hand but paused when an intoxicating aroma reached his nostrils. "Give me that." he said snatching it and sniffing it, his brows raising in surprise.
"Smells good huh?" Vaati asked taking the book back and tucking it into the folds of his robe.
"Honestly why doesn't she wear THAT when we capture her?!" The Gerudo asked in shock. "Did you read it?"
"No. I'm saving the best for last." Vaati smiled. "Skullkid just brought up the rest." he gestured to a large pil
Dear Diary Part 2It had been a couple of hours since Ganondorf and Vaati decided to pay off Skull Kid to steal diaries from everyone and had since been sitting back in Ganondorf’s study reading...More Like This
“Dear diary,” Ganondorf read out loud softly as Vaati read to himself. “I’m so excited! I finally have boobs…?” He looked at the page in shock.
Vaati merely humphed in his throat looking up from what he was reading and smiled. “I’m happy for you Ganondorf, really I am. It might be a little early but I think we can take a trip to the bazaar and buy you some breast bands for your now budding bosoms.”
“Not me you idiot!” Ganondorf yelled. “It’s toon Zelda’s diary.” Ganondorf reached over from where he was sitting and kicked Vaati in the shin. “Now, I can finally wear those flashy dresses all the other girls get to wear” He growled and marked his place. “You see?! This is the problem with society tod
Matchstick MenSoldiersMore Like This
Standing stiff, wooden.
Fear does not live here.
stirred into wakening
by a burst
of light followed by
They can hear the enemy
banging about, unusually careless
for being on their native soil.
They should have the advantage.
Maybe it's a ploy.
The soldiers jostle each other
but do not leave the confines
of their camp.
Safety is in numbers after all.
and then another.
But splintered beyond repair.
a comrade's head consumed.
At least he went down fighting,
the curses of the enemy audible
as the front flank was seared
by his counter-attack.
Charred black, spent.
Fear has struck here.