This was awkward.
Very awkward.
Ganondorf stared down at the white tea cup that was set on top of a plate in front of him. The smell of cinnamon rose from the cup of tan tea and snaked it's way into his nostrils. He wanted to gag, but found it to be rude at that moment. Why was this? He was a villain. He was all about being rude and kidnapping and killing. So why couldn't he just make himself get up and leave?
The King glanced up at the blonde princess in front of him who was sipping contently at her own cup of tea.
Oh. That's why.
He didn't want to offend the sweet woman who had invited him in the first place. He couldn't bring himself to. Her small, frilly invitation had wrapped around her big innocent eyes, her high, angelic voice and her pleading pout. Peach's begging. It was super effective. A little too effective. If it were enough to crush Ganondorf, the King of Evil, into submission, imagine what she could do to the world.
She could probably gain weapons of mass destruction if she wanted to.
"Ganon? Is everything alright?"
The green-skinned other snapped from his thoughts, looking into the worried face of the Princess.
"You were staring at me." she explained, popping yet another sugar cube into her cup.
The god made a low growl, then looked towards the double doors on the far left side of the room. Come on... get up and leave!
"You're thinking about leaving, I see... Well, I know you have evil things to do and world-wide destruction to plot so, you can go." Peach said, sadness hinted in her voice. "It's alright with me."
Ganondorf wanted to stay and he couldn't remember getting up. He couldn't remember shouting something mean and terrifying to the Princess. He couldn't remember pouring hot tea into her lap, then breaking a couple of cups. He couldn't remember leaving her quarters. He couldn't remember slamming the door behind him.
Everything was all a blur.
Once he'd stepped outside, he could see again. Why on earth was he outside? He could've sworn that he had stayed with Peach. Well, at least he was out of there. Perhaps he'll go and terrify the other brawlers with Bowser. Before he could step off, he smelled them.
The smell of salty tears.
The smell was all so familiar. Killing and putting fear into people was his forte and majority of which cried, leaving the scent fresh to his nose. Ganondorf sighed to himself, realizing what had happened. He let his evil control him and he knew what to do to make things right. He hated himself for it, but it was the only way to get the guilt out of his chest.
He literally put all villains to shame.
Peach sat at the tea table, her hands in her now cold and wet lap. Her once pink dress was stained a light brown. Broken cups and tiny plates littered the floors. Black streaks of liquid fell from her eyes, but she didn't make any noise. She probably didn't even realize she was crying as she was too busy reflecting on what had happened before. The Pink Princess started to hate herself for inviting the god. She couldn't even remember why she invited him. The reason was stupid anyway.
What had she done wrong?
The doors to her quarters opened, then closed. The blonde didn't even bother looking up to see who it was. The person sat down in front of her, but she kept her head down, avoiding any and all eye contact. A loud slurping noise rang though her tiny ears and an empty tea cup was set in front of her face.
Blue eyes gazed up to the King who had frightened her before.
"More." He demanded, his eyes softer than usual.
The Princess grinned widely, before picking up the tea kettle.
"Of course!" she tilted the kettle, but nothing emerged but a few lonely drops. Peach gasped, then removed the lid, peeking inside. "It's empty. Looks like I'll have to make more."
"No. I'll make it." Ganoondorf said, gently taking the kettle from her fragile fingers and heading to a stove on the far right of the room. "Go get cleaned up."
The blonde took a bit to realize what he'd told her, then stood up, wiping her tears away.
"Thank you, Ganondorf. You're truly a sweetheart." the Princess complimented.
"Just go get cleaned up." he growled, his back to her. "And stop frowning. It doesn't suit you."
Following that, the Princess departed, rethinking her choice. Maybe she did make a good decision to invite him to a tea party.
