So...apparently you can use Google Docs on your cell phone. I didn't know that until this evening! As you might guess from that, much of this kiss scene was written on my cell. That's the first time I've ever done that. It's not really that important, but I think it's pretty interesting.
Anyways, shout-out, as always, to Nintendo for making these games a reality. And, as always, if y'all have any ideas on how to write better kiss scenes, or even if you just like what you see, please leave a review. They mean a whole lot to me, I promise!
So...I hope y'all enjoy this one! Thanks!
Link yawned deeply as he came out of Rosso's mining headquarters and looked out at the spectacular view from Death Mountain. Hyrule was bathed in dim light from a waxing moon overhead. Kakariko was nothing but a tiny patchwork of indistinct buildings; Hyrule Castle was an inky blot on the canvas of dark indigo. Just below him, the path down the mountain was barely discernible, obscured in the uncanny shadows. It didn't look too safe to traverse.
Link shook his head violently, briefly clearing the fog in his head. It wasn't a choice: he had to get down immediately. After all, he had a mission to finish.
He remembered the sight of princess Zelda being turned into a painting by some freak in clown makeup. He remembered as if it had occurred not even an hour before. The Sages had met the same fate as well, and he'd had to spend the last few weeks crisscrossing two entire worlds to free them. Mind you, he'd had a bit of guidance from Lorule's princess (or was she fully a queen by now?), and Ravio - the enigmatic merchant who'd moved into his house - had been surprisingly helpful. But for the most part, he'd done it all on his own. All that was left was to make one last journey into Lorule to release Zelda.
He glanced at his hip, where the Master Sword lay in its scabbard, lighter and more durable now, thanks to a metal from Death Mountain that Rosso knew how to work. The sight of the blade cleared the fog from his head again, but - as had been the case with everything else in the last several hours - only for some few seconds.
No. No time to rest, he berated himself. Just get moving! He took a step onto the trail that led down the mountain.
That turned out to be a bad idea, as he misjudged where to put his foot in the shadows. As soon as he felt himself pitching forward, he began to regret his life choices. Only for a split second, though, until all he felt was disorientation as he tumbled skidded by turns down the trail for some distance, finally sliding into a large boulder, which brought him to an abrupt halt.
He lay there for several moments, too stunned - and too dizzy - to feel anything. Then his senses returned, and a dull ache began to flare up from the side of him that had hit the boulder, accompanied by smaller, sharper stings everywhere else. Of course, the biggest blow he'd taken was probably to his dignity, which kept him from giving vent to the pain for another few seconds.
And then, finally, "...Ow." It was just a groan, a soft, unsure groan as the physical discomfort began to fade. Somehow, he was still awake enough to look around him. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw that no one had seen his wipeout.
"Are you okay, Link?" came a half-whispered inquiry from directly above him, and he groaned again.
He looked up at Irene, the young apprentice witch, in resignation as she hovered over him on her broom. He was sure she was about to start laughing at his sheer clumsiness. But as his vision came back into focus, he saw the dead opposite. Irene was gazing down at him with a worried expression. He must've looked to be in pretty rough shape.
Finally, he managed to nod back at her question. "Just…gotta get down to the Castle," he murmured.
"Not at this time of night," the Sage cut in, looking rather cross. "It's too dark to make out the path, and...geez, Link, you look exhausted. When's the last time you slept?"
Link blinked a few times, trying to remember. But as he brought up his hands to count the days on his fingers, Irene interrupted him, "Never mind, if you have to count days off, you've clearly been losing sleep too long."
Link shook his head. "But…Mission…Zelda…Lorule…" he mumbled, further convincing the young Sage that he needed to rest immediately.
"No way," she said, sterner than he'd ever seen her. "Climb on. Now." Of course, he knew she intended for him to get on the broom with her. It was nothing new; she'd ferried him around Hyrule this way countless times before. Gradually gathering his strength, he managed to get up and grab onto the bristles at the rear of the broomstick.
But Irene was shaking her head again. "All the way, Link," she ordered, more gently this time. "I'm not letting you fall off 'cuz you're too tired to hang on." Link sighed and began to mount the broom behind her. "There, that's it," she said approvingly. "Now hang on." Then she let the broom rise into the air, and Link was forced to hold onto the only thing available: Irene herself.
She flushed a bit as she urged the broom forward and Link's arms wrapped around her waist. Then, as he settled in, she found herself smiling. There was no shame for her to admit she liked the boy; indeed, there was a lot to like about him. Sure, she'd been a little skeptical of him at first, only helping him in the first place because of a fortune-teller's warning. But he turned out to be quite a humble character, putting up with her initial snark and thanking her profusely after the first ride, something he continued to do every single time she'd taken him someplace (and she would openly confess that she'd found that refreshing). And, while it had certainly taken him a while to free her from her imprisonment, she could tell he was working hard to accomplish his mission. To the point of running himself ragged, it now seemed. She couldn't help but admire his drive.
Of course, it helped that he was pretty easy on the eyes as well.
"Four days," Link muttered suddenly, breaking Irene out of her reverie.
"What about four days?" she inquired, though she had a feeling she already knew.
"Last time I slept...four days," he answered.
Irene's eyes widened. "Oh, for the love of…" she started, her concern obvious, "Link, you really shouldn't be doing this to yourself."
The best Link could offer in return was a shrug.
Presently, they touched down in front of the small house Irene shared with her mentor. Irene brought one of Link's arms over her shoulders to steady him as they went in through the front door. "Alright, let's see if we can find something for the bruises," she said absently, searching the potions shelf.
"Bruises?" Link murmured tiredly.
"Yeah," she replied, "you fell about fifty feet down a steep trail, remember?" Right as she said this, she managed to locate a glass decanter of healing potion. Taking it off the shelf and pouring a small amount into the hollow cap, she held the draught out to Link. "Take it," she told him.
She was happy Link didn't argue about it. He simply accepted the potion and downed the small mouthful. After a few seconds, a corner of his mouth twitched up in a little smile. "Working…" he said, though still through a haze of fatigue.
Irene grimaced at the voice. "Alright, here's what's going to happen," she stated, making sure she had his undivided attention. "We're going up to my room now, and we're going to get some sleep. I'm gonna keep bringing you here every night to make sure you don't try to pull another all-nighter. Got it?"
Link blinked again. "What...what ab...What about my house?" he finally managed to ask, his fatigue hampering his speech.
Irene shook her head. "'Cuz I know if I drop you off at your place, you'll just wait 'til I'm gone and go heading off again."
Well, she wasn't wrong, Link admitted. He had, in fact, considered exactly that. It sounded like she wouldn't allow him to do that, though. Oh well…
Without another word, the young Witch grabbed him by the hand and began leading him upstairs and into her bedroom. Now it was Link's turn to turn a bit pink as he realized just what Irene intended. He stood there lamely as Irene took off her pointed silk cap and went behind a tall screen to change out of her normal outfit.
He wasn't sure how long he stood there, spaced out, but he was snapped out of it by a small white satin shirt flying into his face. "I wouldn't recommend trying to sleep with everything you've got on," Irene said matter-of-factly.
So, still in a haze, Link took his turn behind the screen, until all that was left on him were the borrowed undershirt and his tight white trousers. Seeing him just standing there, Irene grabbed his hand once again and pulled him over to the bed, before gently shoving him onto it.
Link floundered for a few seconds, then managed to sit upright, his legs over one side of the bed as Irene began to get in on the other side. But Irene was having none of it. "Link," she chided, pulling him closer by his arms.
Then she grabbed him by the chin so he would face her and, to Link's utter bewilderment, pressed her lips to his.
The kiss had caught Link flat-footed, and he froze, thinking perhaps it was an accident. But the young Sage didn't pull away, in fact, pressing her lips even harder against his own while moving her hand from his chin to cup his cheek.
That was when Link's instincts won out over his puzzlement, and he began kissing back. Slowly, his eyes slid closed as he found himself enjoying the contact. In the midst of it, Irene used her free hand to push against Link's chest until he was lying down fully on the bed, doing the same herself, and keeping her lips moving on Link's the whole time. Once they were both fully settled in, she wrapped her arms tightly around the young Hero's frame, still nibbling on his lower lip as she did so. Her face heated up (even more than it was already) as his arms wound around her and Link finally relaxed.
It was then, and only then, that she finally pulled her lips away, looking Link dead in the eyes. He was wide-eyed, panting a little from the unexpectedness of it all, and Irene had to admit, the sight was rather adorable. She didn't gush over it though, only letting a soft smile show as she whispered, "Try to sleep, okay?"
Link nodded in acknowledgement, and she reveled silently in her victory. She placed her lips gently over his once more, savoring the kiss for another five seconds or so, before finally blowing out the candle that lit the room.
As Link finally closed his eyes and snuggled into her, Irene couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of contentment. She could definitely get used to this.