[ When Sheik goes to cover Zelda's hand with his, the princess startles at his touch, surprise splashing briefly across her face. It is rare for Sheik to instigate any kind of physical contact. Zelda still remembers their tumultuous first meeting at the masquerade ball, the wild panic in his eyes when she grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving. Since then, she has left it to Sheik to make the first move; which he has done, albeit infrequently.
So Zelda is primed to give Sheik her fullest attention when he speaks, her sharp green eyes locked on his face, even when he looks away. Though his words and his expressions are so often muted, controlled with the utmost precision, the princess can catch the slips in his mask here and there. Even the absence of expression, averted eyes, or pregnant pauses, can give her some clue to his innermost thoughts.
"You have no obligation to her besides those that you create for yourself." Zelda purses her lips (much like Sheik, although his expression remains hidden from her view). Maybe those words would carry more weight if it was the Princess of Destiny sharing them with her descendent. The burden of their shared heritage—their mirrored fates, even—would lend greater credence to those words than a man of the Sheikah tribe ever could, no matter how Zelda values his opinion. Because the princess has learned twice over now that there are some matters only a daughter of the royal family can handle. Whether Zelda of Skyloft is one of those matters, well that has yet to be seen. But if there is more between the two women than just a name, then the princess needs to find out.
Doubtless, Sheik can probably read Zelda's reaction plainly without her needing to say a word. Her face is so often an open book of her thoughts and feelings. But she doesn't want to leave it like that, because she does value his words. She does value the escape he has offered to her, the door he has left open, should she choose not to pursue a meeting with this mysterious new arrival. Even though she won't step through it, his care to offer it at all means everything. (Goddess, how is she supposed to leave people like him behind for all eternity?)
Zelda rotates her hand underneath Sheik's so that their palms can meet and curls her fingers lightly around his hand. There's barely any pressure at all, plenty of space for him to retract his hand, should he find the gesture unwanted. ]
Thank you. [ She lets those words hang in the air for a moment. ] But I think you understand why I still feel I must.
You served the royal family of your era, did you not? [ He knows the song, after all, the one he said they guard as a secret. ] Then you know that we must always perform our duty. Often, we are the only ones who can.
[ Is she even talking about Zelda of Skyloft anymore? Or will Sheik pick up on the double meaning of her words? ]
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So Zelda is primed to give Sheik her fullest attention when he speaks, her sharp green eyes locked on his face, even when he looks away. Though his words and his expressions are so often muted, controlled with the utmost precision, the princess can catch the slips in his mask here and there. Even the absence of expression, averted eyes, or pregnant pauses, can give her some clue to his innermost thoughts.
"You have no obligation to her besides those that you create for yourself." Zelda purses her lips (much like Sheik, although his expression remains hidden from her view). Maybe those words would carry more weight if it was the Princess of Destiny sharing them with her descendent. The burden of their shared heritage—their mirrored fates, even—would lend greater credence to those words than a man of the Sheikah tribe ever could, no matter how Zelda values his opinion. Because the princess has learned twice over now that there are some matters only a daughter of the royal family can handle. Whether Zelda of Skyloft is one of those matters, well that has yet to be seen. But if there is more between the two women than just a name, then the princess needs to find out.
Doubtless, Sheik can probably read Zelda's reaction plainly without her needing to say a word. Her face is so often an open book of her thoughts and feelings. But she doesn't want to leave it like that, because she does value his words. She does value the escape he has offered to her, the door he has left open, should she choose not to pursue a meeting with this mysterious new arrival. Even though she won't step through it, his care to offer it at all means everything. (Goddess, how is she supposed to leave people like him behind for all eternity?)
Zelda rotates her hand underneath Sheik's so that their palms can meet and curls her fingers lightly around his hand. There's barely any pressure at all, plenty of space for him to retract his hand, should he find the gesture unwanted. ]
Thank you. [ She lets those words hang in the air for a moment. ] But I think you understand why I still feel I must.
You served the royal family of your era, did you not? [ He knows the song, after all, the one he said they guard as a secret. ] Then you know that we must always perform our duty. Often, we are the only ones who can.
[ Is she even talking about Zelda of Skyloft anymore? Or will Sheik pick up on the double meaning of her words? ]