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Hi! I'm sorry I'm a bit late this week, please forgive me T.T Thank you to guest, gumptiousGriffin and Ripple for your reviews! And guest, I was thinking about your comments this week quite a lot (I do honestly think about what you guys write quite a lot every week haha) and you're right! So, I'm preparing to write a prompt to fill that gap - expect it perhaps next week or the week after! I guess spoilers...? Whoops!
Something again a little off-piste this week - let me know what you think.
Enjoy!
096. Forever
Strangely, numbness was the only thing he registered. The numbness in the tips of his fingers, the numbness that made his feet feel like stumps of broken wood. His sword was barely even grasped between his hands anymore. He felt it slipping and sliding in his palms but was powerless to stabilise it. His arms didn't have the strength anymore, and he couldn't stand still. In short, he was broken.
Even more strangely, he couldn't bring himself to care anymore. It was like he'd been pushed so far he'd been broken. Like he'd ascended to another plain where all he was really doing was watching this boy who he sometimes shared sensations with get beaten down, over and over again.
So, this is dying, was it?
His breaths came in pants, and they were the only thing he could really hear. Soft and short pants, like a child who'd just run to the city gates to check if their parents are back yet. He felt his age, for the first time in many, many years. He felt his youth. Just seventeen. He only acknowledged now, for the first time in his life, that at one point, he could've had a future. He only now seemed to realise that life for him could've extended past this night. That after this battle, there could've been a 'what's next?' not only 'The End.' He could've found a home, found his friends, found what living meant. Found what it meant to be him.
Living, however, wasn't an option anymore.
He felt a shift in his palms again and the sword clanged to the rocky, unravel floor below him. With the metallic clash ringing in his ears, the world seemed to snap back into focus.
He felt the sweat on his body, the far drops rolling down his temple and the ash and dirt clinging to his sticky skin. He felt the heat from the ring of fire around them, heard the shaking earth and flitting wings of the fairy and the desperate cries of the Princess' voice. The sky was alright behind the cruel mountains; a savage skyline that didn't belong in Hyrule. He looked up, eyes strained and tired. The beast was walking over to him, delighting with every step that his prey wasn't moving anymore.
Link fell to his knees. He couldn't move, not anymore. It was like some strange force had put a warm hand on his shoulders, helped him to his knees, told him that it was okay. It was almost over.
The princess was screaming in the background. She deserved better than what she was going to get, he knew. They all did. Perhaps in the next life, they might know each other better. Might explore the strings that tied their souls together better.
Without fear, he looked into the beast's eyes.
His throat felt like it'd been sliced open. "Come on," he rasped, barely recognising his own voice. "Do it."
He didn't even feel the pain, not after the sword ripped through his skull and blood sprayed over him like a warm fountain.
A ragged pant, and the beat of another heart.
Blackness, and then all-encompassing light.
Everything had ended, and yet it was only just beginning.
There was no name, but it knew who it was. They felt their soul being threaded to another like two rag dolls. Two hearts beat in tandom, and then sealed into different cases.
He opened his eyes. It was all twilight.
Was the ending too weird? Let me know what you guys thought! I thought that since last week's experiment went down okay I'd try something else new here - but let me know if it's completely terrible! ^_^'
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