[ The rare silence in Zelda's mind allows her the even rarer freedom to follow her instincts without fear for the repercussions of her actions. As Link is drawn to her, she is drawn just as strongly to him, pulled by a force greater than all the duty and sacrifice and destiny that has hung so heavily over them all their lives.
And now, that force is about to be severed forever...
Fingers that were relaxed against Link's chest now curl closed around the fabric of his shirt, gripping it with growing intensity. Why did it take them so long to reach this moment? Why did she stop herself every time her thoughts flitted in this direction—scared to entertain the notion, even just in her mind, that her feelings for Link might run so much deeper than she realized? Was it some misguided sense of propriety, that a princess ought not to love a "lowly" knight? Or was it fear—ever the constant companion of the princess throughout her adolescence—fear that, should she go out on that limb, she risked losing forever the bond that they already had?
Fear, propriety, ignorance—all of them had held her back, kept her from finding this feeling...finding it with Link. And now it's too late...
Zelda squeezes her closed eyelids more tightly, pulling on Link's shirt, even though there's barely any space left between them. She steals those last few milliseconds, her mouth pressed to his, searing the memory of this kiss into her mind. She has to let him go—she knows, she knows. Just one more second. One more tilt of the chin. One more hungry breath, snatched in a hiss, so she can have just one more taste of his lips.
Finally, finally, and all too soon, Zelda breaks their liplock, pushing out of Link's arms with white-knuckled fists shaking against his chest. ]
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And now, that force is about to be severed forever...
Fingers that were relaxed against Link's chest now curl closed around the fabric of his shirt, gripping it with growing intensity. Why did it take them so long to reach this moment? Why did she stop herself every time her thoughts flitted in this direction—scared to entertain the notion, even just in her mind, that her feelings for Link might run so much deeper than she realized? Was it some misguided sense of propriety, that a princess ought not to love a "lowly" knight? Or was it fear—ever the constant companion of the princess throughout her adolescence—fear that, should she go out on that limb, she risked losing forever the bond that they already had?
Fear, propriety, ignorance—all of them had held her back, kept her from finding this feeling...finding it with Link. And now it's too late...
Zelda squeezes her closed eyelids more tightly, pulling on Link's shirt, even though there's barely any space left between them. She steals those last few milliseconds, her mouth pressed to his, searing the memory of this kiss into her mind. She has to let him go—she knows, she knows. Just one more second. One more tilt of the chin. One more hungry breath, snatched in a hiss, so she can have just one more taste of his lips.
Finally, finally, and all too soon, Zelda breaks their liplock, pushing out of Link's arms with white-knuckled fists shaking against his chest. ]