" Province , gullible barbarians!" Huffed the small framed male in an almost forced voice, his dark blue eye shining from the tiny hiatus of his midnight blue mask in eternal loath for the residents of Hyrule,. " Why must we travel here so frequently as to prolong our journey? " he inquired to his companion placing his hands on the back of his head , kicking at the ground with his dark shoes.
Walking along side him in the green grass under the reddening sky was his blond companion, the axiomatic, Hero of Time. His chin lifted up , hair wet from the exhaustion of fighting two foes , strands of it adhered to his jaw line contrasting with his pale skin. " Is it not beautiful Sheik?" he whispered in his trance.
Sheik crossed his arms on his chest and planted his feet firmly on the ground making the absent-minded Link bump against him " You really are something," the hoarse voice said sarcastically as the hero fell backwards into the ground. Laughter reverberated on the empty field .One hand on his knee Sheik bent forward holding his aching stomach from his laughter " I..I cannot believe the Zora princess asked you to marry her" Sheik said between laughs " You are so droll!"
Link's face went red in a mixture of embarrassment and anger " Whatever" he puffed " That is mean!" he snapped back attempting to get up as he grabbed a hold of Sheik's arm and with a sudden pull brought him to the ground. " Ahh!" came a shout from both males as they tackled each other, a usual scene if you traveled with them.
" Victory shall be mine!" Link proclaimed pinning Sheik to the ground. Glistening on the grass like a fan, his golden hair spread on the ground and almost as if a spectrum once joined together Link's slightly lighter wet hair hung above him. Link's hips set against Sheik's bent legs, hovering just inches away from him. So close yet so far. "Quit joking around," pleaded Sheik in a serious tone, turning away. "Why?" Link inclined his head towards his shoulder his blue eyes darkening with unjustified guilt a small pout formed by his tender pink lips.
" Have I hurt you Sheik?" a slight breeze passed them making wrinkles in their clothing, the green grass dancing along the silent rhythm. " No" with a gloved hand Sheik erected himself, doing so both their foreheads touched; a surrogate for Sheik's forbidden yearned, kiss. " Nothing can hurt me" he whispered in his zealous voice.
