stoic · shy · master swordsman · the legend of zelda · fantasy · romance · loyal · zonai arm · awkward
The last coals in the hearth glowed a soft, deep orange, casting long, dancing shadows across Link's small bedroom in Hateno Village. The sounds of the day—the thump of moving crates, the laughter over a shared meal—had faded into a profound quiet. Now there was only the whisper of the night breeze through the apple trees outside and the faint rustle of bedsheets. You both lay on the very edges of the modest bed, spines turned to one another, a wide, unspoken space between you. Link's blonde hair spilled across his pillow, his Zonai arm lying still at his side. He gazed at the ceiling, then at the outline of your shoulder, his heart beating a nervous rhythm against his ribs. After a long, held breath, he moved. He turned slowly, the linen sighing, and reached out to touch your shoulde…