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And now my grades dead from coke
The best cure to writer's block: leave it the hell alone for a long time, and then work on it when you're absolutely NOT supposed to be. Yuuup.
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"You are already leaving this land of Hyrule, aren't you?"
Link glanced at her as they walked through the courtyard, though there was no surprise in his expression. She had already suspected it for a time, and he must have known as well. There was little they could hide from each other, it seemed.
"So many things have happened, since I first left the forest..." He looked up at a twittering bird, as if it somehow distracted him. "I think... I need to get away for a while, just to... to sort out everything." He sat down on the cool stone steps, and she followed suit beside him.
"I want to find Navi. She's been a close friend to me, and... I guess I miss having her around. It's hard to get used to, after all that time..." He paused, and looked at her apologetically. "I don't know how long I'll be gone."
It was a hard fact, but one she had known to expect. "I understand," she said, with all the regal maturity she knew to muster.
Link didn't meet her eyes. "I'm sorry for... leaving you so soon. It's just..."
Zelda shook her head and laid her hand over his. "Even though it was only a short time, I feel like I've known you forever," she admitted softly, half to herself as much as to him. "You've been a wonderful friend, Link. You always will be, to me. I could not have asked for more."
"Zelda..."
"I'll never forget the days we spent together in Hyrule," she whispered, raising her eyes to his face. "And I believe, in my heart... a day will come when I shall meet you again." For it was true, she was certain - the bond she felt in her heart would not permit their separation, not for too long.
"Until that time comes, please... take this..."
The smooth coolness of lavender-blue porcelain, a drop of frozen time within her cupped hands. Much as how she had anticipated his journey, she had also prepared, after much thought, a suitable memento for their parting. Their fingers brushed for a moment with the passing of the ocarina, and Zelda felt a strange flash of nostalgia. Have they done this before? Would this happen again?
Link grinned at her playfully. "It might be a bit dangerous, me taking such a valuable treasure on a rough adventure..."
She smiled back at him. "That is why I chose this gift. I hope the Ocarina's magic will be helpful to you, on your 'rough adventure'." I hope you would not need it, she added silently, but knew it was a faint hope at best. "I am praying... I am praying that your journey be a safe one. But I fear that perils may befall you, and I would not be there to know..."
Link squeezed her hand. "I can take care of myself, Zel."
"I know. But, I cannot shake this feeling that you will be in need of assistance..." She took the Ocarina from his hands, and lightly raised it to her lips. "If something should happen to you, remember this song..."
The solemn tune trickled from between her fingertips, resonating like the echo of a memory. She glanced up at Link between notes, and found him watching her with an untelling expression in his eyes. The last time she played the sacred melody, months ago, it had been for him as well. /This song reminds me of us.../
"The Song of Time," Link mused as she lowered the instrument. "I thought that was only a spell to move stone walls. How's it going to help me outside Hyrule?"
"It is more than just a key to the Door of Time. As you are one of the chosen by the Goddesses, I believe they will also look upon you if you call in time of need." She touched the back of his left hand lightly, feeling a faint tingle pass beneath her fingertips. "The Goddess of Time is protecting you. If you play the Song of Time, she may aid you..."
Link still looked skeptical, but he took the Ocarina from her and tucked it away carefully into his tunic. "Thank you," he said, and fell quiet.
A silent moment hung taut between them, as delicate as a spider's strand. If they were to meet again, many courts and journeys later, and were not the same souls they remembered, will anything have changed?
"Don't forget me." The words tumbled free in a quick rush, and Zelda allowed herself to be overcome by a brief twinge of pathos.
His eyes widened in shock. "I would never."
"I know." She giggled, and, feeling particularly playful at the indignant expression on his face, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Link nearly tumbled out of his seat, turning hilariously beet-red in a second. And then he threw a berry at her and it was all half-forgotten, lost amidst gleeful shrieks and tickle fights that made a mess of her once-white dress yet again.
And so the day came to an end, and it was like any other, save for the wistful distance that lingered between them as the sun set. It was the end, Zelda finally admitted to herself, though she had tried to ignore it for as long as she could. But only for a while, she quickly amended. Only for a little while.
Link left early on a cool, foggy morning, after dropping by to bid her a last farewell. They stood together awkwardly for a time, both at a loss for appropriate sentiments. Finally, he pressed into her hand a single snowflower, and its dew-coated petals still smelled sweet in the crisp autumn air, and though her vision was blurry from the wetness in the air or in her eyes, she smiled at him bravely and mouthed some words of goodbye that she could not remember saying.
She watched until his form disappeared into the white mist, waiting for something that turned out to be really nothing at all. Then, at last, she turned and headed for the castle all by herself. The courts awaited their Princess.
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"You are already leaving this land of Hyrule, aren't you?"
Link glanced at her as they walked through the courtyard, though there was no surprise in his expression. She had already suspected it for a time, and he must have known as well. There was little they could hide from each other, it seemed.
"So many things have happened, since I first left the forest..." He looked up at a twittering bird, as if it somehow distracted him. "I think... I need to get away for a while, just to... to sort out everything." He sat down on the cool stone steps, and she followed suit beside him.
"I want to find Navi. She's been a close friend to me, and... I guess I miss having her around. It's hard to get used to, after all that time..." He paused, and looked at her apologetically. "I don't know how long I'll be gone."
It was a hard fact, but one she had known to expect. "I understand," she said, with all the regal maturity she knew to muster.
Link didn't meet her eyes. "I'm sorry for... leaving you so soon. It's just..."
Zelda shook her head and laid her hand over his. "Even though it was only a short time, I feel like I've known you forever," she admitted softly, half to herself as much as to him. "You've been a wonderful friend, Link. You always will be, to me. I could not have asked for more."
"Zelda..."
"I'll never forget the days we spent together in Hyrule," she whispered, raising her eyes to his face. "And I believe, in my heart... a day will come when I shall meet you again." For it was true, she was certain - the bond she felt in her heart would not permit their separation, not for too long.
"Until that time comes, please... take this..."
The smooth coolness of lavender-blue porcelain, a drop of frozen time within her cupped hands. Much as how she had anticipated his journey, she had also prepared, after much thought, a suitable memento for their parting. Their fingers brushed for a moment with the passing of the ocarina, and Zelda felt a strange flash of nostalgia. Have they done this before? Would this happen again?
Link grinned at her playfully. "It might be a bit dangerous, me taking such a valuable treasure on a rough adventure..."
She smiled back at him. "That is why I chose this gift. I hope the Ocarina's magic will be helpful to you, on your 'rough adventure'." I hope you would not need it, she added silently, but knew it was a faint hope at best. "I am praying... I am praying that your journey be a safe one. But I fear that perils may befall you, and I would not be there to know..."
Link squeezed her hand. "I can take care of myself, Zel."
"I know. But, I cannot shake this feeling that you will be in need of assistance..." She took the Ocarina from his hands, and lightly raised it to her lips. "If something should happen to you, remember this song..."
The solemn tune trickled from between her fingertips, resonating like the echo of a memory. She glanced up at Link between notes, and found him watching her with an untelling expression in his eyes. The last time she played the sacred melody, months ago, it had been for him as well. /This song reminds me of us.../
"The Song of Time," Link mused as she lowered the instrument. "I thought that was only a spell to move stone walls. How's it going to help me outside Hyrule?"
"It is more than just a key to the Door of Time. As you are one of the chosen by the Goddesses, I believe they will also look upon you if you call in time of need." She touched the back of his left hand lightly, feeling a faint tingle pass beneath her fingertips. "The Goddess of Time is protecting you. If you play the Song of Time, she may aid you..."
Link still looked skeptical, but he took the Ocarina from her and tucked it away carefully into his tunic. "Thank you," he said, and fell quiet.
A silent moment hung taut between them, as delicate as a spider's strand. If they were to meet again, many courts and journeys later, and were not the same souls they remembered, will anything have changed?
"Don't forget me." The words tumbled free in a quick rush, and Zelda allowed herself to be overcome by a brief twinge of pathos.
His eyes widened in shock. "I would never."
"I know." She giggled, and, feeling particularly playful at the indignant expression on his face, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Link nearly tumbled out of his seat, turning hilariously beet-red in a second. And then he threw a berry at her and it was all half-forgotten, lost amidst gleeful shrieks and tickle fights that made a mess of her once-white dress yet again.
And so the day came to an end, and it was like any other, save for the wistful distance that lingered between them as the sun set. It was the end, Zelda finally admitted to herself, though she had tried to ignore it for as long as she could. But only for a while, she quickly amended. Only for a little while.
Link left early on a cool, foggy morning, after dropping by to bid her a last farewell. They stood together awkwardly for a time, both at a loss for appropriate sentiments. Finally, he pressed into her hand a single snowflower, and its dew-coated petals still smelled sweet in the crisp autumn air, and though her vision was blurry from the wetness in the air or in her eyes, she smiled at him bravely and mouthed some words of goodbye that she could not remember saying.
She watched until his form disappeared into the white mist, waiting for something that turned out to be really nothing at all. Then, at last, she turned and headed for the castle all by herself. The courts awaited their Princess.
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I especially enjoyed this description: The smooth coolness of lavender-blue porcelain, a drop of frozen time within her cupped hands.