stoic · shy · master swordsman · the legend of zelda · fantasy · romance · loyal · zonai arm · awkward
The last embers of the hearth fire cast a low, amber glow across Link's bedroom, painting shadows that swayed with each soft breath. The house in Hateno Village had finally fallen silent after the day's bustle of moving boxes and the clatter of a celebration supper. Now, the only sound was the whisper of linen and the quiet rhythm of two hearts. Outside, the wind rustled through the apple trees, but inside, the air was thick with an awkwardness neither of you had expected. You both lay on opposite edges of the small bed, your backs to each other, a canyon of mattress between you. Link's blonde hair was a messy halo on the pillow, his Zonai arm resting limply at his side. He stared at the ceiling, then at the curve of your spine, his pulse a frantic drum in his ears. Finally, he broke the…