smash_logs | baby it's cold outside

For a moment, she simply stared at him, and just increasingly got angrier.

"Okay. I get it," was all she said to begin with.

Then she looked past him for a moment. "I shouldn't have to do this. If you honestly cared at all instead of pulling me back and forth because you're a damn coward, you wouldn't put me through it." Her eyes rested back on his and her stare hardened. Then her right hand lifted and with an accompanying flip of the 'bird', there came, "So fuck you."

And then there was a Gerudo storming off in the snow. But at least she was leaving him to his peace. Just the way he wanted.

~~and then byrn sed 2 anbs: "im sry bby plz dun leave meh."~~

That was exactly what he wanted. Byrne wanted her to leave, to get out of his life, his mind, his heart. But she had to push his buttons by calling him a coward, and he couldn't have that. He wasn't a coward. He wasn't a coward at all. Now his anger had built back up.

"Fine!" he yelled, not caring who else was around, "You want me to stop being a coward?"

He quickly walked up to her as she was storming off, blocking her path before she walked any further. Anything he said now was the result of his fury at being called a coward, and absolutely no thought would go into what he said. However, he did lower his voice, as now he was closer to her.

"I can't sit here and watch you die, after all you've put me through. I can't sit and watch you spend the rest of your life locked away in some Temple, only to be killed. There's nothing I can do to stop you, and it's making me furious."

Part of his resentment was due to the fact that he couldn't control her, he couldn't exert any sort of power over her when it came to this situation. But that was only a small part of it. In reality, he was angry because he couldn't save her. She wouldn't let him save her.

She would have continued right along if he hadn't directly stopped her. She didn't readily know what to say either. In fact, she was pretty sure if she just stood there and ignored him eventually he'd either blow up entirely, or he'd finally take his leave and just stop trying to break her down even more than he already had. But while she supposed she could have been cruel, she chose not to do that to him. She did remain silent, however, at least for a few moments after he was finished.

It must have been brief, but it felt like hours, and days, and perhaps like time had stopped as he addressed her. And she played each thing over in her head carefully, the analysis kicking in to figure out what he actually meant.

"...after all you've put me through."

He didn't have to go through anything. If he did, he wanted to. And if he'd wanted to, it must have been because he was doing so for her.

"There's nothing I can do to stop you, and it's making me furious."

That was probably true. She doubted she'd give him the chance to control her in such a way. She didn't want to give that kind of power to anyone, though.

Her weight shifted onto her right foot and she lifted a hand to rest upon her hip as she finally looked towards him. She still didn't know what to say and she was ninety-eight percent certain that whatever she said he was going to throw a tantrum over. So she watched him and waited to see if there was anything else he needed to get out. In that moment, she felt as unchanging as stone beneath rain and sleet.

But very attentive stone.

Nabooru had said nothing to him, but merely looked at him, waiting to see what else he had to say. What else did he have to say? There was only so much he could say without completely damaging his pride and dignity. Why had he put up with Nabooru for so long? Putting up with her teasing, her annoying attitude, her utter stupidity was not worth it for a few hurried kisses here and there, so why did he ever bother to stick around?

"Somehow, despite your stubborn, idiotic attitude, I've managed to stick around, and now you're doing this. I have no choice but to remove myself from your life, because I can't watch you, with a sane mind, let the damned Goddesses and Spirits control you."

He didn't know what he was saying. He was ranting, venting, letting out those feelings that caused him to be so angry with her. He should have stopped himself. He was revealing too much. He was getting too far into that place he didn't want to go when he met Nabooru. After that first kiss, he shouldn't have let her into his room to rekindle their relationship. He should have listened to that sane part of his mind telling him to stop before something like this happened.

But it was too late, he was already saying too much.

"Don't you see, Nabooru, that I care about you? If I didn't care, it wouldn't matter to me whether you lived or died, whether it was for just cause or not." His voice lowered now, and he looked away from her. Now he was filled with instant regret for revealing that much. If Nabooru were to yell at him more or slap him, he would probably deserve it, though it would anger him at first.

"I have no choice but to remove myself from your life, because I can't watch you, with a sane mind, let the damned Goddesses and Spirits control you."

She almost argued that. What, had he forgotten the part where she was doing her own thing? But then she hadn't said what her plan was in the first place. Of course he had no other option than to assume. Although she still would have liked it more if he'd had more faith in her. That he didn't, upset her a bit. But she couldn't say that. She had to keep it to herself. Just to prevent being anymore yelled at, or anything else of the sort.

She looked aside for a moment and nodded slowly, as if to silently agree with him. It was more understanding for the situation. And then he continued and she felt a lot of her insides simply... drop.

"Don't you see, Nabooru, that I care about you? If I didn't care, it wouldn't matter to me whether you lived or died, whether it was..."

No, she protested to herself. Don't say that. You know better than to say anything like that to me. This isn't good. This isn't what you're supposed to... This wasn't what... Don't do this to me. Don't do this to yourself. You know what's going to happen. The moment you knew, we weren't supposed to get any closer.

What was she supposed to say? She guessed the way her cheeks were reddening was saying more than enough. "If you get hurt," she began quietly. "It's my fault." Because emotionally he just owned up to his feelings for her. Which meant if something happened to her it was... all of her responsibility.

I don't know what you want me to say. Here, just twist the knife in my heart a bit more.

"I won't let anything happen to me. I mean, I'll try. If I'm wrong. If I fail. You can... do whatever you want. I just want to try my way, first. I don't have plans of playing into the hands of the goddesses. I have plans of using what they gave me to my advantage. For my own use. Not for theirs. I never had plans of following whatever it was they wanted me to do. My plan was to do whatever was in my agenda. To do things my way, not anyone else's. Not the goddesses. Not the Goddess of the Sand. Not Ganondorf's. My way."

She hesitated. "I'm... sorry, for worrying you." Her arms lifted and she absentmindedly embraced herself, considerably quieter and more thoughtful.

Why would he get hurt? Physically, if he got hurt, he knew it wouldn't be Nabooru's fault, unless she specifically warned Ganon about his hatred of him. But Byrne had a feeling she wouldn't do that. He did promise her he wouldn't kill Ganon. At least not yet. However, the minute Ganon tried anything funny, those metallic claws would be through his heart in a microsecond.

Emotionally, however, it would be Nabooru's fault if he was hurt. At least, that's what he told himself. But no, it wasn't true. It would be his own damned fault for letting himself feel anything for her, for letting himself worry. If Nabooru were to die, it would be her own fault. And he would grieve. He would grieve that her stubbornness killed her.

And yet, it was that very stubbornness that Byrne himself possessed. The path he chose in life was a result of his own desires, despite Anjean and any others trying to shove reason into his face. He didn't want any of that. It was then, as Nabooru explained herself, that he saw that younger version of himself. He hated it with every fiber of his being, but at the same time could find no fault.

It actually relieved him to hear that Nabooru was not going to let the Goddesses control her, that she was going to use that power for her own goals. He knew that she was still trying to do good instead of being like himself and just out to get power, but perhaps, just perhaps she wouldn't be swept away in the Flood. Perhaps she could stop Ganon before he obtained the Triforce.

He paused for a minute, closing his eyes and collecting his thoughts after Nabooru finished speaking. Finally he looked back at her and relented, just as he didn't want to do in the first place. "All right. If you say you won't let anything happen to you..." He nodded, showing his acceptance in the matter.

She watched him, rather uncertain as to what she was supposed to do. Her eyes turned away from him momentarily and she shifted her weight between her feet again. She'd forgotten about the cold of the winter, thanks to him, but a lot of her heart grew heavy. Although she didn't eye him with her concern, she certainly had it and she couldn't pretend it didn't exist. He'd constantly pushed her away for the sake of not having to deal with the feelings. And yet he had to, anyway.

Then she looked back to him with all of the professionalism she could muster up. "Right. I'll be careful. I'll do my best." She shifted again and for a moment, she thought about teasing him regarding his concern for her. Because she would have some time before. But this time... It was... awkward. Not exactly unrequited, but Nabooru couldn't have answered anyone if they'd asked her how she felt about Byrne.

Or Shinon. Or Ganondorf. Or anyone, actually. What a wonderful position to be in.

"We okay?" she asked. "Or do you want to wrestle in the snow?"

Byrne all of a sudden felt a huge weight in his chest, realizing just what he had said to her. He cared about her. How could he care about anyone? Perhaps there had been recent times when he might have had a small fraction of a worry about another person's well-being, but he wouldn't have admitted that. But now, he had. It wasn't even necessarily the fact that it was romantic that bothered him. It was the act of putting his emotions onto another person, leaving him open to any sorts of trouble.

He wanted to take back and deny what he had said, to reinforce the image that he was an uncaring man, but she wouldn't believe him. He didn't know whether Nabooru thought he cared for her platonically or romantically, because he wasn't even sure either. Did it matter? No, not particularly. The act of caring itself was unfamiliar, so the boundaries eluded him.

And then she asked if they were okay. He didn't know how to answer that. He may have begrudgingly accepted her position as a Sage and her unwillingness to abandon it, but he wasn't sure if he could handle anymore of this relationship. He didn't want to stand by and watch as she got herself killed, and it would just be so much easier to break it off, to stop caring, to be angry at her all the time.

But when looking at Nabooru and her beautiful, pleading eyes, he couldn't say no. Perhaps he should trust her. She was wise beyond her years, he knew, despite telling her otherwise, so perhaps she would succeed. Just perhaps.

So, he nodded at her initial question, but when she asked about the wrestling, he had to decline. Out in the public, with everyone watching, even if the "wrestling" was purely just what the name was and nothing more, he couldn't stand to see Nabooru's desert-tanned skin succumb to frostbite.

"I'd rather not, seeing what you're wearing."

Her head inclined and she looked over herself for a moments. "Right."

Because the cold hit her again. She pulled her hands over her face and drew in a deep breath, as though her mind was trying to play catch up and just get over all of the obstacles he decided to put down in front of her. I'm cool. I'm cool. Literally. Because of the snow.

"Proof that I look good, even in the snow," she managed to get out, except it didn't quite sound like her when she said it. "I guess. I should go find Ai. And then go back inside for the next three months."

Jeez, I hate winter.

Byrne had a feeling that Nabooru's refusal to wear warm clothes out in the snow wasn't due to stupidity, though he didn't know what it was. The air and the snow were very cold, and she could easily get sick, due to lowered immune activity, or get hypothermia in general. That wouldn't do.

"If you're going to stay out here," he said, "You should attempt to warm up."

He removed his jacket and offered it to her. "Here, I don't need it. I'm used to the cold, since I wasn't raised in an arid desert."

He wasn't raised in a cold environment, no, but he wasn't accustomed to incredibly high temperatures like she was. Surely the cold would bother her a lot more than it would him. Besides, he needed to build up resistance to the temperature anyway. He could easily do without the jacket.

What was it with guys giving her jackets? She seriously wanted to sink down into the snow and just curl up. She eyed his jacket, his hand, and then his face as she hesitantly reached over. Then she settled her hand over his and simply blinked a few times. "It's embarrassing to have you doing that."

Then she paused, "Not that you, yourself are embarrassing, but-"

I'm not used to it. You're making these stupid pitter-patters on the inside. Stop it.

"-it'd be like you letting me do something like that for you," she mildly protested. "If I really need to, I can go run and buy one." Which really meant if he was really that worried about her, she'd reluctantly go do exactly that. "But I'm not refined enough for a guy to be treating me like a princess," she coughed, mildly shy by the treatment.

Or a lady, evidently.

"I'm not trying to treat you like royalty," he assured her, though if she wanted to feel that way, then she was certainly allowed to. "You're from the desert and you're not used to the cold. Your clothes are thin and not built for the snow. It's just common sense."

Byrne was unaware that Shinon had already done the same gesture earlier, though if he had known that, he would have wanted to punch the lights out of the archer for reasons he couldn't figure out.

However, if Byrne thought the gesture was anything more than simple common sense, out here in public, he might not have offered Nabooru his jacket. Though part of him did know that he was both being polite and more, so it irked him slightly to see Nabooru refuse his gesture. He tried not to show it, though.

He sighed, then, and simply draped the jacket onto her shoulders (also unaware that Shinon had done the same earlier). He really didn't need the jacket as much as she did. But if she refused again, then that was her own damned fault.

How humiliating. Twice in one day. Do you guys think I'm weak or something?

Nabooru inclined her head and stared at the snow for a few moments. She thought about making some sort of joke about the situation, especially considering it was the second time it'd happened, but she got the distinct impression that Byrne wouldn't find it funny. And he'd probably turn it out in their spar and then Shinon would come back to her and be mad that she said something.

Or not. Shinon did seem to like the idea of flaunting his relationship with Nabooru in front of the martial arts instructor. That whole thing was stupid, too. And she was still angry about the whole thing. Her expression became unamused and she looked up at him.

"Question," she began, rather straight forward. "Do I seem weak to you?"

In a gesture of politeness by offering her a coat since she was clearly not dressed for winter, Nabooru thought that Byrne was implying she was weak? He was about to berate her for that, but then he realized that if he had been in her position, he would have thought the exact same thing. He didn't need help or charity or any of that.

"No..." he said, "No, you don't seem weak."

She wasn't as strong as him, of course, but she wasn't a person he would label as "weak." Physically, and even mentally too. Her resolve to go through with her Sagedom was not weak, even if it was a bit moronic.

Her confidence and strength was something he admired about her, and if she had been an annoying weakling, perhaps he wouldn't have stuck around for so long.

Then why do you insist on treating me like I am?

Except that would have been her pride speaking up, which she very quickly stomped all over to keep quiet. She knew very well that it was just an extension of him being concerned about her, which it would have been more than rude to turn him down. So she tried to swallow back a lot of her protests. Well, all of her protests, and instead eyed him for a few moments.

"It's big on me," she observed. "I look silly." Which was just her stating a fact. It wasn't his jacket that looked silly. It was her in the jacket that did. In his jacket of all things. As silly as she'd looked in Shinon's jacket.

Well yes, of course the jacket was big on her. He was taller, more muscular, and just had a completely different build than Nabooru. He wouldn't say she looked "silly" per se, but it was plainly obvious that she was wearing a jacket much too big for her.

"'Silly' isn't the word I would use, but..."

Nabooru wasn't being very thankful, was she? Byrne wasn't treating her like she was weak. At least not consciously. So he was a little ticked off that she thought that, but he said nothing, knowing that he would have felt the same way.

"Well, if you're going to stay out here, just take it. You can return it to me later."

He had another jacket in his dorm, so if she took a while to return it, so be it.

He was about to head off to the forest to train alone, but stayed in case Nabooru had any other protests to make.

Her expression did all kinds of contorting as she heard him. She wanted to frown and maybe stomp around a bit childishly. Wanted to. Didn't necessarily mean she was going to. And she was trying to be on her best behaviour.

She eyed him for a few moments, lips parted. She'd had more on her mind, of course. More she hadn't shared with him. Wasn't sure if she should. Kind of wanted to. Wondered if she was just simply crazy. And assumed the latter could have been entirely plausible. So she chose not to say anything on her mind in the least.

And instead:

"Thanks." Sorry for the inconvenience, remained unsaid. "I'll go buy myself a jacket later today and leave yours at your room later tonight."

Or maybe she should have had it washed first. She didn't know how it went to use someone else's clothes...

Somehow Byrne suspected that Nabooru wasn't actually going to buy a jacket. Or else if she did, she would never wear it. He could be wrong, though, but he still said nothing about it. She already looked irritated enough, even if she was trying to hold it in.

"Like I said," he reminded her, beginning to walk off, "You aren't weak."

He doubted that would do anything to reassure her, but then did it even matter? If she was going to get that idea in her head and refuse to let it budge, that was her affair, not his. He was merely discarding an article of clothing he didn't fully need that day and giving it to someone who would, so he thought, appreciate it more.

But perhaps it was his own way of demeaning her, he realized, as he headed toward the forest. He hadn't intended to, but he did it somehow. He always had to prove that he was the strong one, that he could weather anything, that because he didn't need a jacket and she did, that he was stronger.

Just because Nabooru was weaker than him, though, didn't mean she was weak in general.

baby it's cold outside

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