[Link has climbed tall mountains and fought terrifying creatures; he has flown through the sky and faced down death more times than he can count; he is strong, capable, and he does not back down from a challenge. But-- this? This is so far outside of the realm of what he knows, so deeply strange and foreign, that he feels, for once, completely out of his element. Lost, in a sense; adrift.
And beyond that, exposed. He feels exposed and vulnerable in a way that cannot be matched even by the trials he has been through. Perhaps that is the most frightening part.
He searches her expression, confusing and difficult to read as it is, trying to figure out how to brace himself for what comes next, whatever it may be. He will be alright, he thinks; looking at her face, he feels certain of it. No matter what. But the truth is, he hasn't thought past this moment, this quiet confession. He has no idea what to do after this. He...he's hoping it'll come to him in time.
Her words should not come as such a surprise; she said it before, plainly, with an honesty that he cannot always find within himself. Nonetheless, it blindsides him a bit, and he has to retrace the sound of them, reassuring himself that he did hear what he thinks he heard. Goddess, what is this strange feeling tugging at his heart? Some sort of giddy fluttering, maybe a little like excitement, overwhelming in its flustered affection. He has little idea what to do with the swell of it, so he stops thinking so hard, focuses on actions instead.]
Zelda-- [His expression is all surprise, perhaps a little starstruck, but there is a bewildered, dazed smile tugging on the edges of his expression, clinging to the cadence of his voice as he speaks. He reaches out with one hand, cupping her cheek, draws closer until he can press his forehead to hers, meeting her eyes.]
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And beyond that, exposed. He feels exposed and vulnerable in a way that cannot be matched even by the trials he has been through. Perhaps that is the most frightening part.
He searches her expression, confusing and difficult to read as it is, trying to figure out how to brace himself for what comes next, whatever it may be. He will be alright, he thinks; looking at her face, he feels certain of it. No matter what. But the truth is, he hasn't thought past this moment, this quiet confession. He has no idea what to do after this. He...he's hoping it'll come to him in time.
Her words should not come as such a surprise; she said it before, plainly, with an honesty that he cannot always find within himself. Nonetheless, it blindsides him a bit, and he has to retrace the sound of them, reassuring himself that he did hear what he thinks he heard. Goddess, what is this strange feeling tugging at his heart? Some sort of giddy fluttering, maybe a little like excitement, overwhelming in its flustered affection. He has little idea what to do with the swell of it, so he stops thinking so hard, focuses on actions instead.]
Zelda-- [His expression is all surprise, perhaps a little starstruck, but there is a bewildered, dazed smile tugging on the edges of his expression, clinging to the cadence of his voice as he speaks. He reaches out with one hand, cupping her cheek, draws closer until he can press his forehead to hers, meeting her eyes.]
May I kiss you again?