Title: Hemophilia
Characters: Midna, Link
Rating: G
Genre: General
Prompt: Almost empty
There is a blankness to this, this act of death.
Midna has seen her share of death, each newer and more horrible to the last, but this death is unlike those. He does not writhe, or beg, or pray; he lies in her arms, quite calmly despite the blood on his lips, breathing slowly. At least I did it, he says modestly, reaching toward her face, and she lets him, because it's her real face, not an imp's. And she wonders blankly why his blood does not clot, how she'll remove it from her hands, how she'll wash him away.
