A/N : I've been looking through the Zelda fanfiction and so far there haven't been very many Link/Midna general-ish, sorta romactic-ish stuff. I mean, even though Link says practically NOTHING throughout the whole journey in the game, Midna says more than enough. In my head Link is kind of like Sagi from Baten Kaitos Origins or like Gauche Suede from Letter Bee, though with a few differences.
Read and Review, pretty please? =)
Sometimes at twilight, it seems like the world is asleep.
He knows it's far from true, because he can hear the hustle and bustle of the village behind the farm, and the slow, aching cries of a bird in the distance from his treetop balcony. But everything is muted, and the only sound that he can hear that's crystal sharp is the sound of gurgling water, almost bell-like in its quality.
It's at these times that he reflects on what happened, the tri-force seal on the back of his hand and the days and nights and perpetual in-betweens he spent with Midna.
He wonders whether she thinks of him, atleast once in a while. He knows not a single day has passed without him finding her semblance in the shadows or at twilight, like now.
The red rays of the sun are twisting together on the horizon and he thinks of the conglomeration of fiery threads that used to be her hands or her hair, he's not quite sure.
He remembers the first time she pulled him through a portal, and the second.
The first, he was disoriented and dizzy, but quick to regain his senses, since he was in his wolf form. When he was human again, he remembered thinking something along the lines of,"Was in a hurry anyway..."
He misses her deviant chatter about how stupid light was and how depressing dark is and how twilight is better than anything.
He thinks maybe her ideals have rubbed off on him a lot, since he spends an awful lot of his evenings watching the sun set.
The second time she pulled him through, he remembers landing rather heavily on his snout, and thinking her claws had just about as much consideration as Epona on a rampage.
By the third, he was telling himself that there really was no point dwelling on it. His nose had better be able to bear it.
Despite Zelda being the more good natured one, the one who made things better, happier, lighter all around, he thinks Midna is better company.
For some reason, he can't seem to forget the flirtatious jibe she'd shot at him when he'd seen her true form.
"Dazzled by my beauty, Link?"
He's tried coupling that image of Midna with the on he's more familiar with, and chuckles, finding he prefers the latter.
She always found it amusing to complain about how scratchy and itchy his blue-black fur was, but that didn't explain why she'd cuddle up to his side every night,tiny nose buried inside his mane.
He'd found it rather disconcerting to wake up with her pressed to his side one morning, having unknowingly transformed in the middle of the night.
The sun has set, and Link allows himself a small sigh of...
Of something...
Really, at times, he misses her more than anything.
