More because I wrote more I have nothing else to say honestly
Feel free to criticize as much as you want. I probably got mad at myself over it already.
His dreams were haunted by a figure at the edge of his vision, watching as he stumbled through fog so thick he couldn't see his surroundings. The figure's head was wreathed in flame, like a wild mane of hair. That was all he was able to really make out, the rest of the shape a dark silhouette and nothing more. Each time he caught a glimpse of scenery he felt he should recognize it, yet he couldn't remember where he was.
He woke up afraid. The shadowy figure lurked in his mind, something about it instilling fear in him.
"Ghirahim," he said softly, feeling the way the name- his name- rolled off his tongue and through his lips.
He sat up, seeing that the flower on the bedside table had been replaced, the new flower's petals sky blue in the center, snow white along the borders. It was in a pot, and he reached out to touch the petals. They were soft, gentle. The flower seemed to wilt slightly at his touch, and he pulled away.
The door opened, and Link was in the doorway. The boy's blue eyes bore into his, filled with confusion and guilt. The sword was still strapped to his back, but this time he caught no glimpse of memory- as that was what it had to be, his memories- when his eyes rested on it. As the boy moved closer, he found himself flinching back involuntarily. A flash, the memory of the blade in his chest. He was pressed against the wall, and the boy pulled back as well, shock, confusion and concern in his eyes.
Ghirahim found his gaze flicking between the blade and Link's face. Link seemed to realize something, laying the sword against the wall and raising his hands to show he was now unarmed. He found the courage to not pull away when the blond approached him. Still he wouldn't let the boy touch him.
Ghirahim's eyes were drawn to the sword again, and he found himself whispering the name he'd started to associate with it. "Fi."
Link's gaze followed his, and he saw confusion on his face.
"The... sword," he said, forcing the words out of his mouth, the words separated by a pause and coming out choppy.
Link nodded. He clearly understood now, and Ghirahim was glad he could make sense of his words. His thoughts were jumbled enough, and plenty was lost between his mind and his tongue. His tongue felt heavy, and he could barely speak.
"Zelda?" he had intended to use more words, but Link seemed to understand anyway. He made a few gestures Ghirahim didn't understand before pulling out a small notepad and writing something on it.
Ghirahim stared at the lettering in confusion. It made no sense to him, appeared to be a bunch of scribbles. Link stared at him when he didn't respond to it.
"Don't understand," he said, surprised he was able to speak more than a single word without a tremendous effort.
Link smiled reassuringly, pointed to the first word and, softly, he spoke a single word. "Zelda."
Something about the boy speaking seemed unusual to him, though he didn't know why. Link was telling him what each word said, he realized. The makeshift lesson continued, Link teaching him how to read the symbols, and how to write a few words as well. Link smiled at him, gentle and patient. The image twisted and he saw the boy in green, his clothes stained with blood and a pained smile on his face as he stared into his eyes with a piercing blue gaze. There was blood on his hands and dripping down his face, and yet he still wore that blank, patient smile.
He gave a hiss and grabbed his head, drawing into a ball and breathing heavily. The boy in green scared him, loathe as he was to admit it. He felt Link's hand on his back, his touch gentle and weary. How he could feel all these things through touch was unclear to him, but it didn't matter. He wanted to pull away, but his body wasn't responding to him.
He heard the door open and Zelda was in the doorway. Her expression was shocked, and then she smiled. "I'm glad to see you're getting along now," she said.
Link signed something to her, and she grew solemn. She moved to stroke his back as well, and this time he flinched instinctively. Her touch still burned.
"I'll go get Mipha," Zelda said softly, walking out of the room.
Mipha turned out to be the fish girl. Her soothing touch made his body respond, made him feel more calm.
"It's alright. You will be alright."
He didn't fully believe her, but he let her think he did. As she continued to soothe him, her gentle voice and touch lulled him to sleep.
When he woke it was briefly, and he was alone. The flower at his bedside had perked up again. He wasn't sure why he noticed this, but he did. It wasn't long before he was pulled back into the embrace of sleep, and he forgot all about the flower.