Title: The Essence Of All Things
Authors' note: This is a short one-shot that was created in my current state of mind. (I bet you don't wanna know how I feel after reading this XD) It is only a scene between Link and Sheik at lake Hylia in the middle of the night and their struggle of admitting their feelings.
Consider Sheik as being a man or a woman, I'll leave it up to you. (Though personally, I prefer thinking of Sheik as being a man and his own character.)
Reviews: Please review if you liked it O; (or if you didn't, criticism is always welcome =D)
The night was an ally in their personal struggle with all things related to a particular essence streaming through their delicate veins. The essence that was called emotions.
Amongst sharp blades and deadly arrows, there was only one thing that would stir up a feeling of discomfort and fear in both heroes.
Something unknown, yet familiar; distant yet close; frightening yet exciting.
It was the knowledge of that particular thing being there with every heartbeat and yet never within reach.
And still it existed, hovering in the air between their palms as they sat side by side on the roof of an abandoned home, with the mercy of the moonlight at their feet.
They equally held it there in the warmth of their skin, afraid that it could break free and change. And it was the change of events that they were so scared of in fragile moments like these.
But wasn't it the monotony of their silence that kept them caught in their everlasting state of lethargy?
Wasn't it their inability to allow a little bliss in their lives that kept them from experiencing a depth that both of them had never known?
Wasn't it conflicting that the holder of courage was most afraid of a secret he was carrying inside his own chest?
And as he finally found the strength to open his mouth and the words escaped his lips, the wind carried them away into the darkness.
But he opened his fist and there it was still glowing in the warmth of his palm and he understood that it wasn't a bad thing.
Not a threat to be afraid of, not an enemy of his own creation.
Simply another light, dancing on the dazzling surface of the moonlit lake.
And he felt the palpitations of their hearts, like the batting of fragile butterfly wings, against their chests as the resistance, they had been building up for months, faltered and broke.
And all they knew, was that everything is not as it is sold, and they eventually understood that what they had kept from each other for months, was what made them human, and what they needed the most.
It was the essence that was flowing through their veins.
The essence that was called emotions.
Or simply affection.
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