ugh this is choppy and confusing but eh. sorry about late update, been sick and junk. but before i go and try not to vomit, i feel compelled to tell you about an interesting ask account i found on deviantart. called ask-ghiralink (.deviantart) and i thought it was pretty cute :* cute enough for my icon at least c;
He had been relaxing back in one the beds that resided in the house, the one that was occasionally deemed him. It was the house –shack, more like- that Link and the Spirit Maiden and Pompous Redhead had built for when they visited the Surface, and were now also in their designated rooms.
Although Ghirahim wouldn't put it past the stockier male (Groose, was his name?) to have snuck into the girl's room, but oh well, it couldn't be helped. Rather, he didn't care enough to do anything about it. It wasn't his business, and they probably wouldn't take kindly to his interference anyway.
It had, after all, even taken a large amount of persuasion by Link before either had allowed him to stay with them.
Either way, the demon lord knew to lay low. He stayed out during the day, kept his distance from the trio. Really, the only reason he came back at all was for a bed to sleep in at night. On the occasion that he slept.
Which brought him back to his current situation, blindly staring at the wall across from him. It was at these times, when unconsciousness skirted him that he was left to lay wide awake with nothing to do, alone with his thoughts.
Said thoughts, at the time, were revolving around the three friends. While it was true that they had indeed begun to warm up to him (in Zelda and Groose's case, anyway), he kept himself relatively secluded. When either of the two approached him, he would respond in a curt and polite manner.
Link, on the other hand, was a different story. With him, it was much easier to let his guard down and enjoy himself, probably due to the fact that they just knew each other. Sure, it was in a dark, sadistic way that they came to that state, but that also couldn't be helped.
He would even go so far as to call them friends.
Whenever Ghirahim had to spend time with all three at once, like when they had big meals and insisted that he join them, he always found himself near the hero. The other two didn't question it, and noted that he was less hostile this way. Normally, they would even send each other and Link a satisfied, knowing look.
The pale man was jolted from his thoughts when the mattress to the side of him compressed with a new weight. Neither said anything as Link clambered into his lap, curling up between his legs like he belonged there. His head came to rest against Ghirahim's chest, a peaceful look over his visage.
Even as his arms came up to drape around him, the elder deadpanned, "What are you doing." It was unnecessary and Link only made a soft, noncommittal noise in reply, snuggling (because honestly, that's exactly what it was) closer against him.
Ghirahim's face softened and he kept silent as he watched the blonde. What he was doing –what they were doing- came as no surprise to either. It was the highlight of most of Ghirahim's nights, and really, in all honesty, one of the only reasons he bothered coming back at night. He had come to enjoy these…these cuddle sessions (Link's words, not his own). They were calming and peaceful and he loved being able to have the younger so close to him.
Of course, he would never admit so out loud, but in the quiet dark, he didn't need to.