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A woman glances over at him from the couch, and watches him with fascination for a moment.

"I do not believe anything in particular will happen if you simply stare at that." the princess says with a soft laughter.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

He holds it up so she can see Dizzy Gillespie's face.

She giggles and makes a similar face, crossing her eyes cutely. "He looks funny." she replies. "What is he doing?" she tilts her head to the side as she talks.

"I don't know. I think he looks beautiful. Like someone who has been alive a lot and is not ashamed of very much at all."

Jack considers this attitude to be beautiful.

She nods. "I suppose." she replies. "I think he looks like he is having fun making that face." she smiles.

"I'm Zelda, by the way, sir." she adds, nodding her head slightly.

"Jack of the Frost, and call me Jack please, I never think sirs are talking to me."

Too confusing to bother with.

She laughs musically. "Of course, Jack." she repeats.

"Do you know the man in the image?" she asks, still a little curious as to why he was staring at it.

"No. I just like the picture. He has an interesting face."

Jack likes the way people look.

She nods. "Have you been here long?" the princess asks.

She takes a sip of tea and pauses. "Would you like some tea as well?"

"Today? A few hours? In general? A year and a half. No, more now. September, October, November, December, January, February, March," he counts on his fingers, "a year and seven months."

Yeeesh, been a while.

Her eyes widen in surprise. "Really?" she asks. "Are you..." she stops, trying to think of the word the man had used. "...bound?" she finishes.

"Not at all. I live in Italy with a boyfriend, which is where I dance. I work at a ballet, you know, I just also have a lover here whom I cannot bear to be apart from overmuch."

So he's in a lot.

She blushes a bit and smiles. "Love is enough reason to stay somewhere." she replies. "And Milliways does not seem that terrible of a place." she adds, smiling.

"You dance as a profession?" she asks.

"I am lucky to have both of them."

His expression goes quite soft, when he speaks about it.

"And yes, I do. I am a member of a dance company, and we perform each season."

She runs her fingers over the picture (http://pics.livejournal.com/truequest/pic/0000c8qz) sitting on her lap. Still missing him...

"It must be lovely to dance for others all the time." she bounces slightly as she speaks, folding her legs underneath her on the couch. "I have never seen anything of that sort." she adds brightly.

"No ballet? Do you know what it is, at least?"

Everyone should know the ballet.

She shakes her head. "Well there is dancing in my country. The fairies dance to bring good harvests and blessings upon the land, and we dance sometimes in festivals." she pauses to think. "I do not know of anything called ballet, though." she finishes.

"I will have to show you. Now. Sometime. When you feel like it. I do not have music but I do know how. I am in a very strange take on an old dance now, in which I am something of an evil sorceror. Which is lovely for a change, I was a good one last time. Not a sorceror, I mean, a good person with an evil sorceror sorcering at me."

He's having a hard time getting the 'evil' down.

She smiles. "Well if music is the problem..." she pauses and leans forward to unstrap the silver harp from her back. She tunes the instrument neatly and brushes her gloved hands against the strings, producing an unearthly sound reminicent of haunting melodies.

"Do you mean that you portray a sorceror?" she asks, a little confused.

"I do in this ballet. The dances, they tell stories, and each dancer plays a part. We act them out to melodies that are emotional, and people follow the plot that way."

It's his favourite thing.

"I am a sorceror this dance."

She nods, "That must be lovely to see. Music is very important to me as well...it is like creating raw emotion." she murmurs. She plucks at the strings absently.

"I am a sorceress." she adds cheerfully. "Is it fun for you to pretend?" she asks, her girlish enthusiasm breaking through her proper, lady-like visage once again.

"Difficult, actually. Rothbart is terribly cruel. But they wanted me because the director thinks it will make a statement to have him narrow and graceful and charming as he goes about his terrible things."

Jack just doesn't do evil. Well, he does do evil, actually, he did have a brief relationship with one of the Satans, but he isn't evil, one should say.

"Charming and evil." she repeats, laughing slightly. "That would be an interesting combination."

"I have had quite a few experiences with evil and darkness in my few years. And I must say, that rarely are evil men narrow, graceful, or charming." she smiles. "You would be quite distinctive."

Yeah, evil is definitly not Zelda's forte. Bad experiences as a child...

"Really?"

He cocks his head.

"Most of the evil ones I know are that way. The sidle up to you with a smile, and off you temptation."

He leans in, with a particular grin, a tilt of his shoulder, a knowing look. Head angled just so. Looking up at her like what harm could it do? It's sort of the way Parker looks when he wants someone to go to bed with him. It's sort of the way, again, Satan looks when he wants someone to trade their soul because what harm could it do?

Jack's a good mimic.

The princess flushes bright pink and suddenly gets very shy.

"Well, Ganon is..." she pauses. "Well, he prefers physical violence as opposed to...temptation." she replies, still blushing.

"Then he's just not very smart," says Jack, straightening, and shrugging, and glancing away politely.

"Temptation works better."

She smiles. "Well, I suppose he would be easier to deal with if he only tempted people..." she replies.

"Do you know that from experience?" she asks, taking a sip of tea and smiling slightly.

"Yes."

He feels like he should be ashamed of this, but really isn't in the slightest.

"An old friend. We settled that long ago, though."

"You had an evil friend?" she queries curiously.

"Do you have a Lucifer on your world? Devil? Satan? Belial?"

He shrugs.

"No one calls him Belial but me any more."

She shakes her head. "The only evil entity we have is Ganon. He is just evil." she states simply.

"He has plagued my ancestors for generations, as well as my own people." she adds.

"Is this the sort of person this, Lucifer is?"

"Belial is the crystalization of evil, and lust, and sin. It all got together and turned into a person."

Jack's remarkably fond of him.

"Oh dear, he does sound...interesting I suppose." she replies.

"Do you know good people as well?"

"He is a very good kisser," says Jack with a blush.

"But yes, I do know some very good people. Lethe, and Mercutio, and Bella and Fiyero and..."

Hmm. More bad people than good people.

She blushes as well, being a proper lady. "Oh." she smiles shyly.

"I never asked where you were from, Jack." she smiles and looks up at him with a pair of grey-green eyes.

"From here, originally. I was created here, and now Italy is my home. But I have lived in India too."

He liked India a lot.

"I was unaware that people came from here. I thought that people only came from other places."

She doesn't really know that much about Milliways she realizes.

"It is very unusual, and very complicated. It is just, this is the first place I experienced, so I will always think of it as home."

"I suppose that makes sense." she says, nodding.

"And this Italy, it is your other home now? What is it like?" she asks, resting her chin on the tops of her knees.

"Ancient and beautiful. Full of all sorts of life and people and glass windows. The churches are lovely."

He loves the churches the most.

"Churches...are those like temples?" she asks. "Our temples have beautiful windows as well." she adds. "The Temple of Time has a large rose windows in it that depicts the Hero." she explains.

"Sort of like temples. Where you go to say your prayers and sit together every Sunday."

Jack attends church faithfully.

She nods. "The goddesses do not require such service of us, but I pray to them frequently for guidance." she replies. The symbol on her hand flickers, then glows.

She looks down and begins to gather her things. "I should go." she murmurs. "It was lovely to meet you though, Jack."

"Of course. And you, too."

He smiles, and looks down at his post card.

"Keep safe."

She smiles and curtsies. "You as well."

She starts to go and pauses. "Be good..." she says, grinning, before she pads upstairs to her room.

He laughs, and shakes his head.

We'll see.