Obligatory disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Zelda.
Somehow
Somewhere along the way he had become hers.
Somehow, she looks at him and subconsciously knows that he belongs. A part of her, as much as her four limbs and five senses.
(Maybe it was the chain in the beginning. The one she broke. Freed him. After she found him. She did that, he owed her.)
Some time in the past, she had learned to recognize his voice, his smile, his eyes, his smell, his sounds, his mind, his actions, his reactions, his heartbeat. His soul.
Somehow, she gets the feeling that she holds so much of him – if he breaks, so will she.
(Maybe it was the hours, days, weeks, months spent together. In peace and in war, under the blazing sun and starry sky. Always together.)
Some things she's come to take for granted. His willing reliance on her. The way his grins fall like drops of sunlight. How his hair flies when his rides and his fur ruffles when he runs. That noble glint in his eyes, and the steadiness in his stance.
Somehow, she's come to fear some things. The desperate edge in his screams. The way he limps when wounded. The soft whimpers in his nightmares, and the reminder that they're both mortal.
(Maybe it was because she saw him too much, and couldn't fool herself into believing in his invincibility. Divine will or not, Triforce of Courage or not, nothing could change the fact that he was mere flesh and blood.)
Some ways, she thinks it'd be better if they'd never met. Because…because…
Somehow, she thinks she's fallen in love with him. This farmchild from nowhere. This boy-wolf with the piercing blue eyes (that could become surprisingly gentle) and the rough, calloused hands and fingers (that were firm on weapons, delicate on insects, and drummed in nervousness) and the shy smile (that he didn't seem to know was ridiculously charming).
(Maybe it's the thrill of battle. Maybe it's the way she can tell he genuinely cares. Maybe it's the way he embraced their comradeship. Maybe she's in over her head.)
Some princess she is. Some protector. Some friend.
Somehow, she feels like she's standing at the edge of the cliff that marks the end of the world.
(Maybe it was the way she felt like crying. She hasn't cried since infancy, you know.)
Sometimes, she wants to kick herself for her weakness and sentimentality.
Somehow, he always seems to sense that subtle change in her mood. Then he'll frown in just the right way, inquire are you all right softly, never pushing too far, just far enough, and if she was really down, then he'd take her fishing, or riding, or hike up a hill to watch the twilight descend and absentmindedly place his arm in such a position that she can casually lean into his side and share his warmth.
(Maybe it's because she looks at him and sees the hero and the blue-eyed beast and then past these to the gentle peasant boy beneath. Honestly, the boy is Triforce in himself.)
Because he's hers. And somehow, somehow,
She's also become his.
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My first Zelda fic. Reviews much appreciated. Thanks for reading!