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A/N: Height very short parts in the adult timeline. May (not) continue. Edit: I noticed the tense and syntax mistakes and fixed them all, besides of developing many drabbles to strengthen their coherence. But that was before my connexion broke and deleted the text before I had saved it. *sigh*

I—{ Z }

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Of all of the masks Link carried in her dreams, the old demigod frightened Zelda. It was an enthralling being with a strong aura that seemed to pull at her magic. The Deity made her edgy in more than one way. He made her question herself and her body's response to the not-quite child underneath.

II—{ Z }

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Sometimes she felt lonely, felt that their relationship was not enough and frustration rose with their situation. She knew these feelings spoke through her gaze when his expression turned grave. That was when he would dive in her eyes to press an answer as solid and real as the mark on their hands; inching closer he would shed her hand with his and with that alone and allow her to quench from the confidence of his gaze.

Outsiders, courtiers and attendants easily imagined unsavory secrets and potential drama for the silence of their gazes — a cheap sport for the court. Fortunately, the formal roles she bestowed upon him allowed her to closed doors, a lifesaving repress from social judgment. There they could allow themselves this; the mute acceptance of contact: two hands forming a bridge over the world to let their souls communicate again.

And suddenly it was enough. Place and time made sense again, her heartbeat accorded to the pulse of twin Forces.

Only peace ~a secret flicker of joy.

III—{ Z }

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He was the one to ask her hand and she found no reason or didn't dare to refuse.

But he is so young in his memories...

But she can't afford to deny him now...

Then she can't help it, can she? (Sometimes she thought about it and felt like bouncing, twirling and giggling, because he is so much incredible, he is larger than life, and can he really be hers? No really, just hers?)

IV—{ Z }

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She is not sure what to do with the child. She decides not to insist in case he is not ready to go further from their marriage ceremony, but at her surprise, he doesn't only keeps up but even get somewhat creative.

V—{ L }

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On their wedding night, he hadn't felt like a man. But she had found the words to make her way under his skin...somehow things happened ; easily, quietly.

If he hadn't been sure of what the slaughter of Ganon had made of him, the next morning of their marriage, he had found out that he didn't care about it anymore ; the stream of time had slowed to a pace that let him breathe again.

VI—{ L }

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To get fully adjusted to his adult body...a few more months, perhaps.

To understand his wife? He doubts his stamina gauge to be long enough.

VII—{ Z }

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One night, she slips out of the crown. She doesn't know why she invites him. Maybe because he makes her feel guilty. Protective. Cheesy. Anyway, she dares him to follow.

And he does.

VIII—{ L }

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It's been ten years. They have aged. They are wed.

One day, he thinks that he can find a way to handle adult life ; the next one, he catch Sheik trying to slip out of the castle.

By now, he realizes how foolish that was to assume that, after all of this, she would be content to just behave like a Queen.

But her mute invitation to follow is the genesis of a new masquerade. Before it, he would swear that it was impossible for his wife to haunt his thoughts as much as she did, under a guise, leading him from temple to temple.

How ignorant he had been.