Aftermath [ask-anon-link & the-last-sheikah]
Thin fingers curled around the back of one of the books the young male was carrying as he made his way across one of the smaller inner gardens of Hyrule Castle. Sheik had never quite been able to adapt to the life inside the castle and when he wasn’t away and carrying out the duties Queen Zelda had given him, he mostly holed up in the library or his personal quarters. He had almost gone through every single book in the library, which wasn’t a small one and was starting to grow restless. Sometimes he left to spend some time in Kakariko and tending to the villager’s needs, now that Lady Impa was gone but eventually he had to come back to serve the Royal Family.
The blonde definitely wasn’t a people person and being stuck in a place like this, it wasn’t hard to run into a servant or guard around every other corner. He knew they talked behind his back, not only because he rarely greeted them but also because no one understood why Her Highness thought so highly of him. No one knew of his role in the war and it wasn’t like he craved the attention it would bring.
Things had even gotten worse after the Hero of Time had returned a few weeks ago from his journeys. The Sheikah had heard the stories, both by listening in when he told the Queen and the constant whispers of the servants. It seemed like he was quite popular especially among the young maidens down in the kitchen while on the other hand, most of the guards weren’t too pleased about him. Instead of being grateful for having a true warrior as their superior, they seemed envious, angry even.
Sheik shook his head gently to clear his wandering mind. Being around the Hero made him even more restless and brought a discomfort he couldn’t quite place which was why he mostly opted for keeping his distance whenever he stumbled upon him. He was aware that at times he even seemed rude but he just couldn’t stand being near him for too long. It brought up memories and sensations he was trying so hard to forget.
Aftermath | Dylan & Alli
After the events that transpired during and after the second break-in, Dylan spent the rest of the night – well, morning – in a state of worry. He had no way of knowing if Allison was in serious trouble or not; he was afraid to text her about it in case her parents confiscated her phone or something. He tried to tell himself that surely she was alright, but he still found himself thinking about it all day while he was at the pot field. Part of him also couldn’t help but think that this was his fault. Allison never would have gotten caught if he hadn’t talked her into breaking and entering in the first place.
Dylan left the field around two in the afternoon, and spent the next hour at Norma’s house killing time (and two beers). Then, when three o’clock rolled around, he figured Allison would be out of school and it was safe to try and call her. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and found her name in his contact list, then hit the call button before raising the phone to his ear and listening as it rang. He really hoped she’d answer; even if he couldn’t see her today, he still wanted to know if she was okay.