[ There's a certain irony to the fact that their respective reactions are the reverse of the norm—that Link's thoughts have become frantic while Zelda's have become calm. But perhaps that should be expected when the situation itself is so outside the norm for them. With no precedent for how to react to a kiss shared between them, it's no wonder that they're left out of sorts.
But for Zelda, the sense of rightness about kissing Link trumps any other thought that threatens to come into her mind—even though they stand on the brink of parting forever. She has loved him for quite some time, it seems. 'Love' is the most appropriate word for the immeasurable depth of her feelings for him. She has toyed with this descriptor before, testing the taste of it in her mind. After all, Zelda knows that she loved Urbosa dearly—and her father too, in spite of everything. But her feelings for Link don't quite feel the same as her feelings for Urbosa. They feel like... something else. Something that pricks the princess in her heart at unexpected moments with Link (and others without him). Something she has known, but whose name has eluded her ken.
Link wraps an arm around her shoulder to pull her closer and Zelda obliges with question. Without thinking about it, she lifts her hands and settles them on his chest, fingertips resting upon his clavicle. For one of the rare moments in her life, Zelda allows herself to follow instinct and nothing else. Somewhere deep within her heart, she knows precisely how to fit together with Link. It's as though they have done this before, though she knows that they haven't.
The baubles on the ground, the wishing well, draconification—all of them are completely forgotten for a moment. There's only Link—the warmth and softness of his lips, the presence of his hand cradling the back of her head. Where the first moment of their kiss was electrifying, now it feels like a burning flame. And like a moth, she's pulled into it, her kiss firm and confident against his lips. ]
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But for Zelda, the sense of rightness about kissing Link trumps any other thought that threatens to come into her mind—even though they stand on the brink of parting forever. She has loved him for quite some time, it seems. 'Love' is the most appropriate word for the immeasurable depth of her feelings for him. She has toyed with this descriptor before, testing the taste of it in her mind. After all, Zelda knows that she loved Urbosa dearly—and her father too, in spite of everything. But her feelings for Link don't quite feel the same as her feelings for Urbosa. They feel like... something else. Something that pricks the princess in her heart at unexpected moments with Link (and others without him). Something she has known, but whose name has eluded her ken.
Link wraps an arm around her shoulder to pull her closer and Zelda obliges with question. Without thinking about it, she lifts her hands and settles them on his chest, fingertips resting upon his clavicle. For one of the rare moments in her life, Zelda allows herself to follow instinct and nothing else. Somewhere deep within her heart, she knows precisely how to fit together with Link. It's as though they have done this before, though she knows that they haven't.
The baubles on the ground, the wishing well, draconification—all of them are completely forgotten for a moment. There's only Link—the warmth and softness of his lips, the presence of his hand cradling the back of her head. Where the first moment of their kiss was electrifying, now it feels like a burning flame. And like a moth, she's pulled into it, her kiss firm and confident against his lips. ]