Whumptober Day 27
i’m fine, i prom...
passing out | vertigo | collapse
how lovely you are - pretties au part 4
warnings: scar mention, monitoring, implied sexual content, threats, blood, murder
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Perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised that their plan didn’t go quite as they expected. With the colder weather, there was really no opportunity to see the scars, the pieces of imperfection that they’d carved into their own skin to make them less desirable. So, they’d formed a different plan. Maybe it wasn’t smart, maybe it was impulsive and stupid, but Zelda was growing desperate. The prayers were getting longer and longer and her food portions were getting smaller and smaller and they were so controlling that any bit of color she managed to slip into her closet was gone before she had the chance to even wear it.
There was something a little more disturbing about it all, too. They were so obsessed with this idea of purity—but it seemed to only concern her and Link. No longer were there other women praying with her in the springs and in the chapels. No longer were there other men training with Link in the name of the hero, so they’d told him. Whoever was running the show around here had full intentions of using her and Link for… whatever they wanted to come out of this. She had her suspicions about how much of this was actually related to the gods.
They’d grown a little desperate to leave. To be kicked out or, at the very least, focused on less. Things had started to get…invasive. Zelda was mortified the night he came to her, shaking with anger, and told her how they’d brought in a woman and used her to test the loyalty and purity of him and his fellow men. He didn’t go into detail and she didn’t ask, but no longer did she think the daily change of her bedsheets was something innocent. No, they were watching, weren’t they? Maybe not every minute of the day, but they were watching every time she left her dormitory, every time she had to venture to a chapel, every time she met up with Link. She thought the feeling of more and more eyes on her daily was just a thing of paranoia. She thought she was losing it. It made her mad. It made her scared. And she was so tired of it.