But Just the Same
by HeavensRebel
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Angst
I ship these two, really I do. I don't know why. My first LOZ fic. This was done more as a writing exercise, to get me in the feel of LOZ. I'm not entirely sure what this even is.
Disclaimer: Do I look like the god that is Miyamoto? I didn't think so. :D
i.
You'll never get away.
You can run. Run until your heart collapses inside your chest from utter exhaustion, and all that's left is the empty vessel of the Hero. But it won't be far enough.
Even in death, I'll be waiting.
With a sword in my hand.
And a smile on my face.
ii.
I can't say I don't admire you. Really, you are very talented, and oh so very beautiful. The Hero's are always beautiful. You always come back. You're always there, with that amazing length of gleaming silver held in your grasp, and the most tragic expression on your face.
So determined. So courageous.
So broken.
You're broken. A shell of a Hero. But no, nobody's allowed to know your feelings of hate, your lust for bloodshed, and that's what I'm here for. I'm everything you're not. I'm everything you can never be.
In that way, we're similar.
But – who am I kidding?
Darling . . .
We're one and the same.
iii.
It's okay if you hate me. Really, I don't mind. Rather, I find it quite ironic. You hate your reflection in the mirror, don't you? You loathe it. It makes you sick.
It makes me sick.
You tear at your flesh with your bare hands, laughing hysterically as black blood runs in rivulets down your face, craving destruction in its wake.
Or is that just me?