I'm not sure whether it's 'instil' or 'instill'. I am getting multiple spellings from different sites. Sorry if I spelled it wrong =P
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I wanted to hate him. I begged the Goddesses to instill some form of hatred into me. I wanted to kill him. The reason for my creation was to take his life. I wanted to do this, I truly did.
Yet it's hard to think these things with his lips pressed against mine.
I could feel Ganondorf. His words were eating away at me, commanding me to kill him. You are his opposite. They would say. You were created from his demons, his sins, you are created from his despair, his lust, wrath and envy. Created to destroy him.
Mmm, I was definitely created from lust. Lust that was growing stronger each time he buckled his hips against mine, or ran his hands through my hair.
Of course, none of this really matters anymore. Ganondorf would find out. There was no use hiding it. And unless I destroyed my utterly perfect counterpart, I was pretty certain that Ganondorf would kill me himself. That is, if I don't end up melting into a puddle under my twins touch.
If I were to melt under his touch, it would be the best way to die. I can't imagine a better way to leave this world.
How long would it take for Ganondorf to find out? Less than a week, for sure. Is that all I have left? Perhaps I should care, but I really don't.
I attempted to find some common sense in my head, but I couldn't. My thoughts were filled completely by him and nothing else mattered anymore. The only thing that could pull me from our few moments together was thinking about how imperfect we are. He is everything, I am just his bad side. I have no good traits to balance it out.
Unless he likes the bad boys. If that's the case, then I'm as bad as they get. If not, well, surely there's something good about me?
I'd never get to ponder these thoughts. Because when I feel him press his bare chest against mine, his pale skin glistening with sweat… my thoughts just turn into an incoherent mess and all I can do is reach out and touch him.
Yes, I was going to die soon. He knew it. I knew it.
Although, if someone were to slice me with the Master Sword right now, the ultimate banisher of evil, I don't think I'd notice it. I had my little slice of heaven right here and even the Lord of Evil himself couldn't take that away from me.
If my perfect twin wasn't destined to save Hyrule, and I wasn't constantly having to keep up an alibi, I don't think I'd ever leave his arms. Ever.
I reached up and brushed his sweaty blond hair out of his eyes and looked at him. He had gorgeous, deep blue eyes. Another thing I wasn't lucky enough to copy. When I looked into his eyes I saw everything. The world faded from view and I swear that I could see the entire universe there in his utterly beautiful eyes. To be truthful, death would be nothing, nothing compared to losing him. I couldn't live without being able to lose myself in his eyes. In him.
What did he see in my red orbs? Blood? Darkness? Evil? They were all there. I was made from those things.
If that was what he saw, he hid it well.
"Stop doubting yourself. I'm yours, clearly." He nipped at my right earlobe. I shuddered under his touch.
"Link…" I pulled my head away and crashed my lips against his.
My Link.
Yes, we were imperfect. We were also perfect. In every way.
Some things are too good to last.
I put it under 'Hurt/comfort' as his impending doom would be hurtful, but Link's actions are clearly, er, comforting him. Please review =D