The sudden realization that this is real, that this is an action he has actually just taken, sends a surge of lightning-like shock through his body. His heart thunders in his chest as the numbness suddenly leaves his fingertips and he realizes where they are, and the baubles are clattering to the ground, and she's standing motionless and shocked and likely raging mad at this blatant show of impropriety. They have become close, yes. But this--
He begins to spiral into the anxious thought that perhaps this one action has torn apart the relationship they have carefully built together.
It is that moment, that very instant, when he realizes that she is not pulling away. She leans into the kiss, and another burst of shock echoes through his mind. He doesn't know what to think, doesn't know what to feel, except that this moment is real and it hurts and there is no line of separation between pain and joy, between the realization that this gesture is reciprocated and the understanding of how desperately fleeting it all is.
The seconds fall through their fingers like sand.
Zelda may have a word for this feeling, but Link does not. He moves on instinct, basing his actions on the understanding that he doesn't want this to end. His movements are slow and gentle; one hand slides around the back of her neck, threading through her hair, and the other wraps around her shoulder. He doesn't move to break the kiss, instead pulling her just a little closer. Close enough to hold onto this moment for as long as he can.]
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What is he doing?
The sudden realization that this is real, that this is an action he has actually just taken, sends a surge of lightning-like shock through his body. His heart thunders in his chest as the numbness suddenly leaves his fingertips and he realizes where they are, and the baubles are clattering to the ground, and she's standing motionless and shocked and likely raging mad at this blatant show of impropriety. They have become close, yes. But this--
He begins to spiral into the anxious thought that perhaps this one action has torn apart the relationship they have carefully built together.
It is that moment, that very instant, when he realizes that she is not pulling away. She leans into the kiss, and another burst of shock echoes through his mind. He doesn't know what to think, doesn't know what to feel, except that this moment is real and it hurts and there is no line of separation between pain and joy, between the realization that this gesture is reciprocated and the understanding of how desperately fleeting it all is.
The seconds fall through their fingers like sand.
Zelda may have a word for this feeling, but Link does not. He moves on instinct, basing his actions on the understanding that he doesn't want this to end. His movements are slow and gentle; one hand slides around the back of her neck, threading through her hair, and the other wraps around her shoulder. He doesn't move to break the kiss, instead pulling her just a little closer. Close enough to hold onto this moment for as long as he can.]