The desert stretches long, endless golden fingers into the darkness. Cold wind bares its fangs and bites at her skin, blue skin that doesn't match this world at all. She shudders.
She should be in his shadow. It's safe there, where she can't be harmed - but she's sick of sulking about in darkness.
Yes. Her, the very princess of a half-realm where no light shines, a being of shadow itself, and everything about her rejects this other world - she's sick of darkness. How pathetic of her. The dark should be her passion. And it was, and it still is, but it's possible to have more than one passion, isn't it?
I'm being ridiculous, she silently tells herself with a grimace on her pale lips.
When she stares into the moonless night, she thinks she might miss the sun - just a little. Its piercing rays chase nightmares away. That much she has learned already in her short time here.
He chases nightmares away, too. She looks at him, and the chill wind never stops tousling his hair. He's wrapped in a thick blanket or two, bundled so tightly that he's just a shapeless lump, now, and that stupid hat that he loves so much, for whatever inexplicable reason - lies bundled beneath his head, a makeshift pillow.
She had just started warming up to him. Enough to lie near him when he needed her to, enough to tell him almost all about who she is and what Zant did to her people.
But when she looks at him again all her confidence blows away on the bitter wind. It scatters, and she thinks it's dead, and she'll never see it again.
She can't possibly be cruel to him again. No. No, the thought almost makes her physically ill, after all he's done for her. But to keep warming up to him - to allow him, the sun, to shine upon her endless night - it won't work. She can't let it happen. She'd inevitably vanish if she did, like the last stretches of evening beneath dawn's powerful gaze.
Her markings glow in the darkness. Cyan slices blackness and seeps through monotonous gold. Bright.
Not bright enough. Not like his smile, and his eyes, Goddesses, his eyes...
She, much like he, suffers from terrible nightmares. Shadows she had once loved to dance amid, now - they stalk, unnatural footsteps, blackness against blackness, and they send shivers down her spine. She hates them. Hates them, for they remind her of Zant, and the beasts flanking him that had been innocent people, once.
Most of all she remembers nearly dying.
Funny, she thinks to herself with a scoff. Funny how the light had almost unraveled her very being and yet she still finds herself falling in love with it anyway.
It was also light that had saved her. After all, he had saved her, and the noble Princess Zelda too, and they are both light itself. Darkness - Zant - had tried to destroy her.
She wants Link to wake, because his eyes glow like that terrible, wonderful blue noonday sky of his, unmarred by black clouds or pink twilight. She wants him to guard her from these nightmares.
But she can't let him.
So - she dives into his shadow again, where she, as a creature of darkness, is supposed to be, and she promises herself she'll stay there.
She's never been good at keeping promises.
A/N: Blah, sorry this took kinda long to come out. I went through a short phase where I didn't want to write at all, so I took a break, and now I'm back! Sorry this is so short. It isn't the best comeback ever, I know, but I wrote it at midnight within like ten minutes, so it isn't amazing xD I'll try to do better with the future themes.
Thanks for reading and reviewing, and for being patient c: