(A/N) For my claim at drabble100 in LJ. Hope you enjoy it!
Title: Unravel.
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.
Characters: Sheik, Link.
Drabble Number: 004.
Prompt Number: 030.
Prompt Word: Death.
Rating: R.
Gerne: Angst.
Quote: "Everyone walks a weary path. Yours is destinied to unravel into threads and who knows where those threads will lead? " Extract from Novel Project.
Word Count: 405.
Notes: I was working on one of my novels, and during the dialogue, a Seer poses a trick question to the Hero. When he answers, the Seer replies with the above quote. I suddenly stopped and decided it would made a lovely drabble. Dedicated to Jadedsilk for her awesome work as a beta reader ;) Love you lots.
Unravel.
He died. During one of those stupidly heroic deeds he simply lived for. He died for what he lived, so Sheik knew he should let his memory to rest.
But he can't, because he's gone.
He knew he would outlive him. Sheikah always outlived Hylians. It was just the way things went, something he couldn't fight, something he had to accept. Something he had known ever since the Hero had woven the first thread around him. Ever since he had woven one back.
Leave, he had told himself, leave now, before it's all too late.
But he hadn't listened, and he had died. Sheik was acutely reminded that simply because he knew, it didn't mean it wouldn't hurt.
Everywhere he went, he was reminded of him. Of his silly quests and his brave adventures, the tales from other worlds and the late night talks. It was as if everything around him wore his name in some way, becoming a painful reminder of things that, if Sheik were truly honest, he didn't really want to forget. He wanted to remember forever, because if he didn't... if he didn't then Link would be truly and irrevocably dead.
Every word, every look and every smile, they had woven a string that held them together, side by side. Little things, insignificant things that Sheik would have killed for now that he was gone. Like that stupid grin every time he killed something squishy and it exploded. Or the soft whimper when Poes appeared. Or that lost look when they were cooling down amidst soiled sheets.
It was ludicrous to stay back after he died, but he did anyway. Lurking around the hallways of the castle, mute to the world, miserable beyond words, but loyal. Loyal to the cause, now that there was no one else to be loyal to. The Princess had laid the Master Sword back to rest, sealed again as it had been the first time and Epona had become so wild Malon had had to let her free in the field, because she wouldn't listen to anyone anymore. Sheik felt a strange sympathy for the mare.
In the end, that string, that rope that held them together, which had been tenderly woven bit by bit... it was destined to unravel into threads and disappear into the murky lands of memory, leaving only broken and miserable shards of a heart that would never be whole again.
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