(A/N) For my claim at drabble100 in LJ. Hope you enjoy it!
Title: Break Time.
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.
Characters: Sheik, Link.
Drabble Number: 001.
Prompt Number: 56.
Prompt Word: Breakfast.
Rating: PG-13.
Gerne: Drama/General.
Quote: "No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned." Jean Paul (German novelist and humo1763-1825) rist.
Word Count: 319.
Notes: This was inspired by a beautiful drawing by Wyna Hiros, which you can find here: http: (double slash) wyna-hiros. livejournal. com (slash) 269193 . html. The first two lines come from there too. Enjoy!
Break Time.
Sheik measures his time in sunrises and sunsets. He figures if he can make another sunrise, then he's done something right. He admires each sunrise as if it were the first, and waits each sunset as if it were the last.
Link measures his time with wounds and scars. He figures if his wounds can become scars, then he's done something right. He tends every wound as if it were the first, and hopes each scar will be the last.
Sheik lives waiting an attack. Between sunrise and sunset, with a dagger at hand, he hides from sunlight, scraping whatever the land might give to feed him, and searching the nesting grounds for Ganondorf's minions. Between sunset and sunrise, he travels the land, avoiding Poes and giving reports back to the Princess.
Link lives nursing an injury. Between the wound and the scar it'll become, he limps around helping the survivors, sleeping in hay and listening to Navi fret. Between the scar and the next wound, he runs around trying to solve a puzzle or purge out a temple, expecting to find either the Sheikah, a Sage or the Princess.
Sheik remembers the last time he was home. When sunrise caught him playing warrior with his brother, and sunset guided him back to his mother's embrace. He remebers the scent of home, a mix of burning wood, sand, sweat and cooking meat. As he eats what little he has this sunrise, he wonders if he will ever go back.
Link remembers the last time he was home. When a slight wound would make him want to cry and ask Saria to tend it, and a scar would leave others awed and Mido seething jealously. He remembers the scent of home, a mix of forest wildness, oak and clear water. As he tries to eat without upsetting his injured shoulder, he wonders if he should ever go back.
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