[ The doors have just barely close behind Zelda, the warm air of the restaurant wrapping her snug in its embrace, when they open again and another gust of frigid wind whips against her back. Zelda turns automatically see who came in behind her... and there he is again. ]
Link...
[ His name slips from her lips at a whisper, like a prayer she almost dares not utter. So he was there in the crowd in the Plaza. But how? How does he always turn up wherever she is, even when he shouldn't know where she'll be? It's just like the months before the Calamity, when he was always only a few steps behind her, no matter how hard she tried to shake him. Even with the whole of Songerein to separate them, and left with the knowledge that Zelda would never return, Link is still somehow here, right behind her.
For a second, she makes to approach him, but her feet remain rooted in place. (As do his, she notices.) The memory of their parting yesterday rises right back up to the surface of her mind, along with the cacophony of other thoughts and questions that have been pelting her consciousness ever since she woke in the Plaza.
Suddenly, she has no idea what she should do. A part of her, the part driven by instinct that she's barely holding back, is itching to throw herself into his arms and hold him tight. They parted so painfully, both of them certain that they would never see the other again. Seeing Link again, even though it's the result of her most recent failure, makes Zelda's heart swell with so much happiness it could burst right then and there.
But the other part of her, the logical and rational part that is gripping the reigns of instinct to hold it in, feels like hugging Link is probably the last thing she should be doing right now. After all, even though she's happy to see him again, the truth of the matter is that Zelda failed. Again. Her only task was to return to Hyrule and swallow her secret stone to tranform into a dragon and somehow she couldn't even manage that.
But really, that's only part of the reason. The other part is the fluttering in her chest as they lock eyes with each other in the entrance of the Harvest. The memory of kissing Link plays over and over in her mind on an endless loop and it gets her feeling ways she has often tried to stop herself from feeling. Caught up in the emotions of the moment, the finality of their parting, she professed her love for him... And right now, frozen staring at him, Zelda wonders if she her confession was an error made in haste. Because what does a sheltered, inexperienced princess truly know of love? And can a princess's love be anything more than a burden to the knight who protects her, even after she released him from his service? ]
I'm here. [ She parrots stupidly, her myriad emotions playing plainly across her face. Then one takes dominance and Zeldas expression settles into a familiar troubled frown, her usually confidence shrinking. ] I... I failed.
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Link...
[ His name slips from her lips at a whisper, like a prayer she almost dares not utter. So he was there in the crowd in the Plaza. But how? How does he always turn up wherever she is, even when he shouldn't know where she'll be? It's just like the months before the Calamity, when he was always only a few steps behind her, no matter how hard she tried to shake him. Even with the whole of Songerein to separate them, and left with the knowledge that Zelda would never return, Link is still somehow here, right behind her.
For a second, she makes to approach him, but her feet remain rooted in place. (As do his, she notices.) The memory of their parting yesterday rises right back up to the surface of her mind, along with the cacophony of other thoughts and questions that have been pelting her consciousness ever since she woke in the Plaza.
Suddenly, she has no idea what she should do. A part of her, the part driven by instinct that she's barely holding back, is itching to throw herself into his arms and hold him tight. They parted so painfully, both of them certain that they would never see the other again. Seeing Link again, even though it's the result of her most recent failure, makes Zelda's heart swell with so much happiness it could burst right then and there.
But the other part of her, the logical and rational part that is gripping the reigns of instinct to hold it in, feels like hugging Link is probably the last thing she should be doing right now. After all, even though she's happy to see him again, the truth of the matter is that Zelda failed. Again. Her only task was to return to Hyrule and swallow her secret stone to tranform into a dragon and somehow she couldn't even manage that.
But really, that's only part of the reason. The other part is the fluttering in her chest as they lock eyes with each other in the entrance of the Harvest. The memory of kissing Link plays over and over in her mind on an endless loop and it gets her feeling ways she has often tried to stop herself from feeling. Caught up in the emotions of the moment, the finality of their parting, she professed her love for him... And right now, frozen staring at him, Zelda wonders if she her confession was an error made in haste. Because what does a sheltered, inexperienced princess truly know of love? And can a princess's love be anything more than a burden to the knight who protects her, even after she released him from his service? ]
I'm here. [ She parrots stupidly, her myriad emotions playing plainly across her face. Then one takes dominance and Zeldas expression settles into a familiar troubled frown, her usually confidence shrinking. ] I... I failed.