When I think back about what happened that day, sometimes I shudder. I wonder what he would do if he knew. If he knew what he had done to upset the Twilight Realm, about how badly the court wants him here.
More than anything, I wonder what the one to come will think.
"What? Say something!" I said, rather irritated. As usual, Link wasn't speaking. "Am I so beautiful that you've no words left?" I spat, angry.
Of course, all he did was inhale quickly and smile stupidly. That was all I needed. I started at a run toward him, and he ran toward me. We met in an embrace, and suddenly I felt a change. My whole body shuddered, and suddenly, I was back in imp form.
"Link…don't be scared..I…I guess I was happier in this form…" I said, reaching up to touch his face again, like I had so long ago, at the beginning of this long journey.
And then he did something I'll never forget.
"I'm not." He said. Two little words, but they meant the world. They said everything without saying anything. To people on the outside, he could be talking about anything, but to me, he was saying that he didn't care how I looked, or what I did.
I wouldn't break that embrace for anything. He could hit me, right here, right now, and I'd still want him to hold me. Suddenly, the usually quiet Hylian spoke.
"Midna…I love you…" He said, squeezing me ever so gently.
Now it was MY turn to be entirely speechless. So I did what came naturally. Which was giggle insanely.
Link only smiled again, and picked me up in his arms. I stole a piece of Horseshoe grass from the ground and blew into it, and in no time the brown mare was galloping toward us. Link smoothly slid us into the saddle and we were off.
When we arrived at the house, everything began moving quickly. Too quickly. I remember little snatches of what happened, but they blur together senselessly. Fevered kisses, on lips, cheeks, necks, everywhere. Link's hands on me, mine on him. The last thing I remember is hitting the bed.
I remember the next morning incredibly clearly. I remember opening my eyes, but not finding sunlight. The blinds were still pulled, and the room was cloaked in relative darkness. Link was asleep next to me, his arm around my waist, and a smile on his face. I rolled over and looked up and down. He had somehow managed to get a pair of pants on. Wow, talented. His chest, however, was bare. There were scars from battles I never knew, as well as scars that I knew all too much about.
I found my hands wandering his chest, tracing the curves of graceful scars from swords, and jagged ones from scars. Then, his neck. The tendons were relaxed and he felt soft beneath my fingers. My hand came to rest against his angular cheek, and it was then when I saw it. The drastic difference between he and I hit me like a tidal wave. This couldn't be. It would never work. I gazed at my own black hand, with its blue designs, and then at his pale skin, a tad flushed still.
For some reason or another, something propelled me to get up. I stretched, phasing back to my full form. So I could go between the two! I stood, searching the room for the clothing I was wearing when we got here. Damn it, where was it? My eyes wandered the rustic little room, finally resting on my cloak where it had landed last night. I grabbed it, shrugging it on along with my skirt and headdress. Grabbing a quill and parchment, I scrawled a quick note to Link. Then, I made for the door and headed for the castle.