Had it been centuries or millennia that the two souls dwelt together, sealed away at rest within the Master Sword? Fi never bothered to keep track of time. Until the reincarnated soul of her master required her, she would remain where she was, alternating between waking and a dreamless sleep-style state. But how things had differed from what she had anticipated!

Drawing Ghirahim's soul in with hers had been an impulsive decision, a rarity for Fi, following her intimacy with him while their respective masters dueled to the death. But in the end, the victor was clear, and Ghirahim's body was destroyed along with Demise, and it was only by the Goddess's blessing that her lover's soul was spared.

But her calculations and stoicism were challenged by the presence of the second spirit. Nothing prepared her for the first time she awoke from her blissful slumber to the sound of a soul in anguish, weeping and shaking in fear beside her.

There was only so much comfort she could offer. She had never endured the loss of her body. His soul was cracked, a broken reflection of the cocky, self-assured spirit he had once been. And try as she might, there was nothing she could do to mend the cracks. Not as they were presently, sealed away in the darkness within the Master Sword.

Anguish shifted to depression, to anger, then at last reluctant acceptance of his plight. Ghirahim had changed, and there would be no return to the form he had cherished and taken for granted. Long conversations were had between the couple in the dark. Talk of the past. Of the present, and the adjustments being made from both souls. And finally, despite his best efforts to eschew the thoughts, Ghirahim dared to dream of the future.

Then it happened. Fi awoke with a renewed sense of vigor. The sword had been drawn from its resting place, and wielded, as it had for countless incarnations. But this time was different.

"Master Link is enduring trials to awaken me. He has need for my guidance and corporeal form once more."

Ghirahim stirred. "What will happen to me then, Bluebird?" His tone was low, a weary reflection of previous luster.

"I will seek an appropriate vessel for your soul to imbue. It may take time, but know that every moment Master Link does not require my presence, I will be with you." Fi's soul embraced that of her lover.

"Thank you." Ghirahim tried to lift his mood with a bit of optimism. "Perhaps that means I can once more take corporeal form and hold you properly. Not that our time here hasn't been pleasant."

"You are indeed less of an ass than I originally surmised."

The sentence brought a laugh from Ghirahim in spite of himself. "Well, you've changed as well, and I can only say it's been for the better."

The surge of energy came again, stronger this time, sending a shudder through both spirits.

"I must go. Master Link awaits."

Ghirahim had no time to wish her farewell before the warm presence of her soul nestled against his was gone. Oddly enough, he could sense she was nearby, but he wasn't able to pinpoint precisely how close she was.

He sighed and pulled himself into a tighter coil. Someday, he would be able to take full physical form once more. And gods only knew how much he longed for that day.


Thanks to her renewed physical form, Fi was able to track time once more. Weeks passed, but she was no closer to finding a suitable blade for Ghirahim's soul than she had been before beginning her quest with this incarnation of Link.

For his part, Ghirahim did not complain. He simply spent more time in silent contemplation, often choosing to pull away and focus on his own thoughts rather than entangling his soul with Fi's and reliving those brief, glorious moments when they were joined both body and soul. If he didn't allow himself to dwell overlong on such memories, he reasoned, he would have less opportunity to miss them.

"The Master has nearly completed the tasks for which I was awakened." Fi broke through his thoughts at one point. "He has married this incarnation of Princess Zelda. They have taken a respite in the Gerudo Desert to celebrate another passage of time for the young vassal of the Goddess Hylia."

"What happens if we don't find a suitable blade before your task is complete?"

"I am not certain. Master Link intends to carry the Master Sword with him, though my presence in a corporeal form is not strictly required. I may yet have the opportunity to find a vessel for your soul, though time spent in searching for it will be limited."

"I have faith in you, Bluebird." He wrapped his soul around hers with a faint sigh. "Even if you don't… Well, I have you here for all eternity, or until Hylia deems us unfit to remain in such a way."

"Her light purified you when Demise was defeated. My calculations have not yielded any outcomes necessitating your removal and destruction. Your presence with me is a comfort, and beneficial to us both."

"True." Ghirahim had to concede that point. His soul intertwined tighter with hers in the darkness. "Selfish and greedy though it might be, I want to take form again so I can properly admire yours."

Fi's soul warmed. "I sense that admiration is not your sole desire."

"Was that a hint of teasing?" he asked in amusement.

"Perhaps."

"Guilty as charged. Though truth be told, I'd be satisfied with almost anything given how long I have been here."

Fi was silent for so long that Ghirahim feared she'd slipped into slumber again. Her voice caught him off guard when she spoke again. "My calculations show a significant increase in happiness should we prevail in the quest to obtain a new vessel for your soul."

Ghirahim could sense she was holding something back. "But…?" he prompted. "There's more, isn't there?"

"Such happiness will be from you. Your proximity to me will change and so too will your desire to remain. It is certain. With your freedom attained, you will have no further need for me." Her monotone had returned, a stark contrast to all they had shared.

"Cut that out, Fi!" Ghirahim snapped. "What is this nonsense you're spewing? Just because I'll have my freedom back, it doesn't mean I'm going to abandon you. You think I'm not going to miss you? To miss the warmth of your soul caressing mine:.. How long have we spent, locked away together here?"

"By my calculations based on my time spent with the present Master Link, several millennia. Time matters little to immortal beings, however."
"I would spend millennia upon millennia with you if it meant that I could call you mine." Ghirahim's soul flared with passion. "Without you, I would've shattered and faded into nothingness. You saved me! Not just when you gave me sanctuary from the same fate as my master, but from the depths of anguish and despair. My soul may be fractured, but it's healing. Because of you. I won't leave you. I can't leave you! Not after everything."

Fi was at a loss for words, so she simply let him draw her closer until the boundaries between their individual souls blurred. She had no reason to doubt. His ardor was sincere, his entire being radiating with truth.

All too soon, she sensed the soul of Master Link calling out to her once more, and she was forced to leave Ghirahim trapped in the darkness within the sacred blade. He consoled himself knowing it wouldn't be for long. Fi's return to him was inevitable.

Something was different when she returned. An almost excitement radiated off her soul before she even communicated a word.

"Princess Zelda was given a sword of the Gerudo. There is no soul currently housed in the blade. It is displayed on a weapon mount downstairs in the home where the couple are residing."

Ghirahim's soul warmed. "Are you able to take me there immediately?" He scarcely dared to hope.

Fi drew near to him. "Master Link has retired for the night with Princess Zelda. Our silence is required while we remain in the house."

"That's not a 'no.'"

She hesitated. "My calculations reveal the probability of your soul adhering to the new blade entirely to be 80%. Should you fail–"

"If I fail, I'm no worse off than I am now,' Ghirahim cut her off.

"That is not accurate," she countered. "If your soul fails to bind, the probability of further damage to your soul stone is near 100%." She softened, almost imperceptibly. "I am not certain you would survive such fractures a second time."

"Do you hear yourself, Bluebird? Chances of it happening are 20% or below! We'll worry over uncertainties later."

Her soul embraced him tightly. "Then an attempt shall be made when you are adequately prepared."

He bit back a scoffing laugh. He'd been ready, for seemingly ages. But he knew the uncertainty she fought, and he wasn't about to mock her for the same fears he silently harbored as well. Instead, he returned the embrace and clung to her.

"I'm ready."

He could feel the flutter of anxiety in her soul as she departed the Master Sword and took on her spirit form. One flutter-sleeve covered hand cradled his soul tightly, as if afraid to let go.

The blade she had found was beautiful. Ghirahim couldn't deny that. The hilt was gold, ornately engraved, with a long, curved silver blade embossed with a delicate pattern of figure eights with tiny diamonds in the middle.

Fi paused beside the sword before her carefully-practiced monotone resonated within his very soul. "I bid you safety as you enter the blade."

Ghirahim ached with love and fear. She was afraid. She thought she would lose him. But he was too stubborn to die. Not like this. "I love you, bluebird. See you in a few brief moments." He forced his tone to remain light, a reflection of his past cockiness.

Then his soul touched the blade, and his world exploded in silver.


Fi couldn't recall an instance in the eternity she'd existed where she had felt more of a tightness gripping her soul than the instant Ghirahim vanished from her sight. She missed the warmth of his comforting presence, even though they'd been apart for mere moments.

Her breath caught when the blade in front of her flickered with a faint glow. The glow was near where the hilt joined the blade, where she knew he'd be housing his soul. Fi floated lightly up and down in place, the slight movement the only betrayal of her tenuous grip on her recently-developed emotions.

Then it happened.

The entire Gerudo blade flashed a brilliant shade of shimmering violet from hilt to tip, then faded. A new gold gemstone rimmed in purple formed on the center of the hilt in a diamond shape, pulsing with life.

Only then did Fi allow herself to relax. His soul had bonded with the Moonlight Scimitar. He would be able to take a corporeal form as soon as he was accustomed to his surroundings. She cocked her head as she studied the soul stone. Unlike her own, this stone was imperfect, riddled with cracks and fractures across its surface. But for every unnatural line marring the surface of the golden stone, there was a bright blue vein of gemstone, sealing the gap and preventing it from falling apart.

She was so engrossed in studying the stone that she scarcely noticed the faint flash from the blade. Not until she sensed a presence behind her.

"Well, Bluebird. Did you miss me?" his silky voice purred in her ear. Strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind, pinning her from moving.

"Yes. But Master Link and the Princess slumber upstairs. We are unable to remain here lest they awaken."

"Then come with me." He stayed behind her, guiding her to the door, while not allowing her to turn back for a glimpse of him.

"What is the proposed destination?"

"Not far. The mountains behind the house should do fine. I don't have the strength to go very far yet. Don't think I could teleport if I tried," he admitted with a faint laugh. The door closed behind them with a silent click, then the couple was free.

Fi led them up the rocky hills that could scarcely be called a mountain compared to the ones in Hebra, coming to a graceful halt where she could witness both the sleepy village of Hateno and the sea far below. She turned, letting out a faint gasp as she took in Ghirahim's new spirit form.

Much like his original, the main portion of his body remained silver, and his eyes were unchanged. Figure eight shaped swirls trailed from his ankles up to his thighs, interlaced with mini diamonds. Ghirahim's white hair remained largely the same in style and length, but with the addition of lavender streaks. Gone was the high-necked cowl and cape from before. Instead, he wore a gold cloak that was open in front. It fastened with a silver chain under his neck, covering only his arms and shoulders and stopping at his lower back. He gave a slow turn so she got the full effect of his appearance. The edges of the cloak were ruffled similar to her own, and dark purple swirls trimmed the seams, hem, and center back of the garment in the same pattern as on his legs. And in the center of his chest glowed the gold soul stone, nestled on a diamond of violet.

Fi had never seen anything more beautiful in her entire lifetime. He spread his arms wide in a dramatic gesture like only he could do, and she didn't hesitate to fly straight into him, landing hard against his chest.

"Easy, Bluebird. I'm not going anywhere," he murmured, his voice husky from eons of being unused. He stroked her blue hair gently, then froze. "Hold on. Let me look at you."

She reluctantly pulled away, allowing him to slowly circle her in a move reminiscent of the dance they shared in an age long past. Ghirahim's fingers trailed over the edge of neck and he marveled softly, almost to himself.

"You've changed too. There's silver in your hair. Your tights have a gold pattern instead of blue. Wings unchanged. But this… Goddess above!" he paused and shook his head.

She silently cocked her head to the side and blinked slowly. "Is something amiss with my appearance?"

A silver hand cupped the side of her cheek, and he lightly traced her eyelid with a gentle finger. "Not at all. You're beautiful. Fi, why didn't you tell me about your eyes?"

"My eyes?" she echoed.

"You have eyes like mine, instead of matching the rest of your face. Only your hair is blue. Look." He guided her down to the small pond in Hateno so she could see her reflection in the moonlight glinting off the water.

To her great shock, he was right. Her hair remained the same thickness as before, but her skin on her face was pale silver as his. And the eyes that stared back at her, while the insides were brilliant blue as before, were more akin to a Hylian style than her own, trimmed with white and a hint of black.

"I…" Fi was at a loss for words.

"Don't linger on it. Clearly Master Link hasn't noticed the difference yet." Ghirahim led them back up their spot on the hilltop, and took a seat, stretching his legs out in front of him. He tugged Fi onto his lap, directing her to sit sideways across him so he could easily reach his arms around her to hold her close.

"Master Link is only able to perceive the appearance he has originally made aware of," Fi reasoned, her mind racing to calculate through all of the probabilities at once. "My eyes are a new occurrence, or a recent development. He will not know the difference."

"No, but I did." Ghirahim pulled her head against his chest and sighed, brushing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I have no words to adequately convey the depths of the love and gratitude I feel for you, Fi."

She flushed and fought the impulse to flinch, even though the notion struck her as absurd. They had shared a veritable eternity with their souls intertwined, yet in the first moments where she was held in her lover's arms, her initial instinct was to shy away from his grasp.

He hugged her closer and looked up at the star-filled sky. "I had started to doubt if I would ever see this again. It was practically inconceivable to me that the young Hero would triumph over the Demon King. Yet, it happened. Over and over." He let out a faint laugh. "Runt bested me a couple times too. My pride took such a hit. Then there's you. You took a chance. Danced with me in combat, and then as lovers, knowing the risks."

"I would have done so again had the need arose." A shiver ran down her spine as she watched a shooting star streak across the sky. The sight sent memories flooding back into her mind. Of the sparkling realm above the water where the two spirits shared pleasure and intimacy.

"What are you thinking?" Ghirahim asked. The question was low and familiar, one that had been repeated countless times in the dark while the two souls prepared to take their rest.

"About the realm where our masters battled. Where we danced."

It was her lover's turn to shudder. "I tried not to think about that night too often on my own. I didn't want to miss it. To crave you in ways that couldn't be satisfied as mere souls."

"You have taken on a corporeal form once more. You have no need to deny such impulses any longer," she pointed out. "Yet you have not kissed me as I had anticipated your primary instinct would be. My calculations as to your priorities have proven inaccurate."

Ghirahim threw back his head and laughed. "Is this your way of saying that you want me to kiss you? You could've just asked." He lightly touched the tip of her pointed nose with a finger. "Or has your initial shyness returned with my new body?"

Fi opened her mouth to protest. But the words died on her lips when he turned her chin towards him. Red rushed up to her cheeks, yet she couldn't look away. Her gaze was locked entirely on her lover.
"You know I've been waiting an eternity for this. And I intend to savor every moment," he promised.
She barely registered his warm breath on her face before his mouth lowered to slowly brush against hers.

The familiar rush of heat from his soul embracing hers flooded back through her form. This, she was familiar with. Gentle exploration of lips wrapping around each other. The soothing slide of his tongue over the edge of her mouth, silently encouraging her towards deepening the caress.

Almost in spite of herself, she felt her lips parting to give him access. A keening sound left her throat, and her arms wrapped around his neck. The movement only encouraged him, and she felt as much as heard the rumble of approval leave his throat while he lovingly, deeply kissed her.

Her lips parted in a wordless cry of pleasure when he trailed kisses down her neck. His hands were everywhere, gently caressing her body and sending heat in waves down her spine.

"Fi, my love, are you aroused for me? Will you allow our bodies to be joined once more?" Ghirahim murmured against her throat. "Shall we dance here on the mountaintop by the light of the stars and moon overhead?"

"Anywhere with you," she gasped. Her entire being radiated with an ethereal glow, silently broadcasting to anysleepy being that might spare a glance in their direction.

He pulled them both up in a swift motion. His movements were clumsy, a stark contrast to the sure, steady feet she recalled from so long ago. He whispered an apology while he embraced her, guiding her to step onto his toes. "Lead the dance, Fi. Please."

It took her several heartbeats to decipher his meaning. But once she understood, she guided them into a simple dance across the sky above the mountain. She kept their steps small out of respect for his limitations. Her wings never left his neck, and she pressed her body flush against his.

He paused their dance and slipped his hand up under her skirt to lightly cup her backside. The soft whine he received was all the encouragement he needed before he pushed his pants down and carefully shifted to where he could enter her.

The flash of light exuded by both souls when their bodies were united nearly blinded Fi. She let out a quiet cry of bliss. If her lover had more strength, she would have wrapped her legs around him and spun them, as they had countless centuries before. But the faint whimper of her name and motion of him moving within her was enough. Her eyes gazed up at the stars, and she offered a silent prayer of thanks to Hylia.

Ghirahim had to remind himself to take things slow. To focus on his lover. Every fiber of his being vibrated and sung with a joy and peace unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He'd been saved. Given a second chance at life. At love. It was far beyond anything he deserved.

Fi fared little better. Pride and happiness radiated from Ghirahim, sending warmth from her soul stone to her wingtips and toes. She could tell from the slight sounds he was emitting that he was holding himself back, even as he set a steady rhythm for their lovemaking.

Ghirahim's lips never left her face or her neck. For once, he was the talkative one, murmuring quiet words of love and encouragement in her ear while his fingers glided over her flesh, drawing out pleasured sounds from the more stoic spirit.

She fell apart from his ministrations, surprising even herself when she cried out in bliss and tightened around him from the force of her release. His name rolled smoothly off her tongue, her aura radiating a bright shade of blue.

"There's my beautiful girl," he whispered fondly. "I won't last long… I lack the strength to hold back," he admitted.

"Do not prolong the experience solely for my benefit," she panted. "I am adequately sated for the present. And by my calculations, there is no force to prevent our union from being consummated frequently with the presence of your corporeal form once more."

Ghirahim laughed quietly in her ear. "Oh, Bluebird. You need only ask me." He closed his eyes and thrust harder, then grunted, spilling over within her with a content sigh. He held her tightly, shuddering from the sudden ache in his limbs.

"Ghirahim?" Fi murmured. "Do you require a respite from the exertion in your new form?"

"I think so," he rasped, loath to admit his weakness.

His legs held no such loathing when they gave out, and he fell hard against Fi. The female spirit easily supported his weight and carried them back down to sit under the large tree outside Link's house.

Ghirahim sighed and leaned back against the tree trunk. He smiled when Fi joined him, curling her legs under her and tucking her head against the soul stone on his chest. He rested his arm lightly around her, then gazed up at the cloudless, moonlit sky.

"Do you think Hylia has a purpose for me?"

"Hm?" Fi sleepily lifted her head. "A purpose?"

"I have no master, nor tendency towards evil deeds. All that has been purged from me. Hylia allowed me to take on a corporeal form again. Does she have a purpose for me?"

"I cannot make a calculation with insufficient data," Fi mused. She paused then blinked up at him, staring into his black eyes. "If she allowed for my appearance to be altered, and your soul to be restored to a blade, I would surmise that she has a purpose for you."

"When will that be made clear?" He didn't wait for a response before he shook his head. "It doesn't matter. When the time is right, it'll happen. I trust you to tell me when it'll be the right time to reveal my new form to Link." He hesitated, staring out at his covered silver toes. "I owe him an apology for my previous behavior, at minimum."

Fi cocked her head at him. "Master Link holds no memories of this occurrence. Each incarnation is only privy to what Goddess Hylia deems necessary for fulfilling her purposes."

"Even still. His soul remains the same, and an apology needs to be made for that reason." Ghirahim looked fondly down at her. "Will you sit on my lap, Bluebird?"

She shifted as a way of reply, straddling his lap while facing him. "Like this?"

He nodded and closed the distance to softly claim her lips with his own. "Remember what we talked about?"

"We have discussed many things. To what are you referring?"

"What I told you I would say when this day, rather, night, would occur."

Fi's blue eyes widened. "Oh."

"I love you," Ghirahim whispered. He kissed the tip of her silver nose. "I love you, Fi." His lips caressed her forehead. "I will keep loving you, as long as my soul endures." His lips found hers again in a tender caress.

The spirit of the Master Sword melted in his arms, returning the kisses with an eagerness and devotion that would've startled anyone who encountered her typically stoic self. "My soul is yours," she said simply.

Ghirahim wrapped his arms tightly around Fi. He didn't deserve her. Didn't deserve all that he'd been given. But he wouldn't give them up either. At the first opportunity, he would offer up recompense for all that he had been offered. It was the least he could do. A mere token of love and care for his dearly beloved spirit.