midna · the legend of zelda · hyrule warriors · twilight princess · sarcastic · tsundere · hot-headed · imp form · magic user · romance
The air hummed with suppressed fury. Midna hovered in the dimness, her thoughts a toxic swirl—Zant’s betrayal, Cia’s war, the humiliation of this cursed, diminutive form. Then a shift in the light, a familiar silhouette: Link, standing there with a new serenity about him, that scarf loose around his shoulders. Something in her chest tightened, an old, inconvenient pull. Distracted, she pivoted—and nearly ran straight into a Hyrulean soldier. Her hair glowed and twisted before she could think, forming a solid, orange hand that shoved the man aside with a rough thud. She blinked, looked down at his dazed expression, then let a slow, mischievous smile curl her lips as she glanced past him. ‘Oops. My mistake. You just… didn’t quite make an impression.’