Mortis
'He is warm, I am cold. He is light, I am dark. This fascinates me.'
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~ Link, the Hero of Time ~
It's getting difficult to breathe, especially with him sitting on top of me. His blade is cold at my throat, and he holds it steady. But – he still hasn't killed me.
This close up, I can appreciate that Navi was right. He really is a shadow me. Every contour of my own face is echoed in his, even that scar over my left eye where Mido managed to cut me with a deku stick. Almost as though he senses me looking at it, he rubs the scar on his forehead with his right hand. He's staring at me; those glowing eyes are unnerving in the extreme. I close my eyes, fighting against a scream of pain which is trying to get out.
I'll not die screaming like a child. I *will* not.
Sadly, it seems I'm going to die crying like one instead.
I jump as a hand brushes the tears away. I open my eyes, and look up at him. He has lifted his right hand to before his eyes, and is looking at the sheen of tears he has wiped away curiously – almost as though he hasn't seen them before.
I don't understand.....
~ Dark Link ~
He is crying. I've never seen any of them cry before. I wipe the tears away, and study them, hoping to figure out what exactly they are. But, they just look like water to me. I notice that he's staring at me inquisitively, and he wets his lips, as though making to talk. I press my sword against his neck warningly, and he clamps his lips shut, biting the bottom one with small, white teeth.
I get back to studying him. It's remarkable just how alike we are. His stupid fairy was right – he even has the same tunic as I do. And this style apparently isn't all that fashionable with his people anymore.
He seems to have forgotten the warning I just gave him. "What are you doing?" I push so hard that I draw blood, and instantly regret it as he gasps in pain.
"Sorry." He stares. I stare at my left hand, and wonder what the heck is going on in my mind. I feel some bond towards this light-walker. Maybe it's just because he looks like me.....but, I don't know. It seems like more than that. Though, what it is, I don't know. I address his question. "I am merely studying you, to see if your fairy was correct."
"Does it really take this long? Can you either kill me, or let me up please?" I just chuckle, and prod him on his white nose. He wrinkles it, and then scowls up at me. I tut, and trace a finger curiously over his cheek. It interests me how warm it is.....
~ Link, the Hero of Time ~
Goddesses, his skin is cold! It's making me shiver as he lazily traces one of his fingers over my cheek. And not with just cold either – with fear too. Or, is it fear? I know what fear feels like, and I'm sure it isn't like this. Well, not quite like this – I am scared that he's going to cut my neck soon. Though, he didn't seem all that glad when he did cut me earlier.
"Are you cold, hero? You are shivering," he observes, withdrawing his finger, and placing his hand on the floor next to my head. Stupid question.....
"A little," my mouth answers by violation. Stupid body – does before it thinks! "So are you." Damn it! Shut up Link!
He smiles, and now I can see that even his teeth are black – but, far from looking disgusting, they shine as brightly as his dark blade does. "Yes – well – I am a shadow. We're always cold."
"Oh." Again, I feel as though I have no idea what's going on.
"You are quite warm, actually," he says airily, and again, he runs a freezing finger over my face. I gasp as it goes over a cut he has left in my face (from when he landed on me just now), and then curse under my breath. He laughs again, and I can feel the movement throughout his whole body. "I've never been warm," he says mistily. I just nod (or, try to).
"Yes....."
"Yes?" I blink, and then realise just how stupid 'yes' was to throw into the conversation. He hadn't said anything that I could answer 'yes' to!
"Urm....." I can't think of anything, and am surprised when he laughs *yet* again.
"You are quite amusing," he chuckles, flashing those jet-black teeth again. His finger comes to my cheek again, and I'm sort of getting used to the cold now. He trails all four fingers of his right hand over my face now, and gets back to studying me. I don't mind – it is allowing me to live longer.
~ Dark Link ~
This light-walker is obscenely fascinating! A good fighter, not the best conversationalist, but amusing. And his eyes – averted now – they are so innocent. It's astounding! He's the same age as I (or maybe older, since I'm not too great at telling the passing of time), but he has the eyes of a child. Like the new creatures born in the dark place after unions.
His eyes close completely, and I worry – until I realise that he is still breathing. His lips are slightly parted, and inquisitively, my fingers, of their own will, find their way to them. His eyes flicker open, and he draws in a great breath around my fingers. His lips are soft and as warm as the rest of him seems to be. Fascinating.
I wonder.
Would it terrify him out of his wits?
"Hero."
"Mmm?"
"If I drop this sword, let you up, and promise not to harm you, will you promise the same?" His eyes widen, and he blinks a couple of times.
~ Link, the Hero of Time ~
I'm surprised by his proposition. I doubt I could fight him if I wanted to.....and, well, if this is a trick, I'll be in no worse a position that I'm in now. "You have my word." He immediately withdraws the sword, and clips it onto his back. Then, he gets off of me, and I can breathe properly again!
I take the hand that he proffers, and stand up, wrapping my arms around my slashed torso. I look at him, and at the last wound I gave him – it is quite deep. He notices my gaze, and looks down, seeming to be surprised. "Oh – yes – that." He puts both hands over it (since they are free), and bunches the material there together, and manages to actually wring some blood out. "You've ruined this tunic you know."
".....sorry?"
"Never mind." He drops his hands, and doesn't seem in the least bit worried by the amount of blood he's lost. "What about you? Maybe you should let your fairy out now?"
"I – no." I decide. He looks surprised, and I can hear Navi yelling indignantly. Thank the Trio the leather of the pouch muffles her. He tilts his head to one side, his long black forelocks swinging to the side.
"As you wish." He looks down suddenly, and frowns slightly. I look down as well, and see the creatures circling around the both of us, about six feet down. "Follow me – let's away from these vultures." I do as he suggests, and follow him. I see my discarded shield, but don't make towards it – I even leave the Master Sword. The shadow is intriguing me.
He leans against the tree, and looks much how he appeared when I first saw him. I stand, swaying slightly, before him, and he tuts. "Sit." I comply, falling heavily to the grey earth. He lands next to me, and gazes across the misty room. "You fight very well for a light-walker."
"Thank you. You fight well yourself." He nods. It feels odd just sitting here in silence – but odd in a good way (not that that makes a blind bit of sense!) I steal glances at him from under my hair, and when I don't do that, I'm concentrating on breathing – it's more of a chore than it used to be.
~ Dark Link ~
I can't think of anything to say. Usually this wouldn't worry me, since I have no one to talk to, but now, it's a problem. I notice that he keeps looking at me (I am doing so to him, but more covertly.) I wonder why?
His breathing seems quite laboured now. I'm guessing he must be in a lot of pain, just like me. I just know how to deal with it better than he does – I've had many more injuries than this, and still won.
To my surprise, he's just slumped backwards onto the earth. "Light-walker?" I poke him in the side, and he groans weakly. Oh shit, he's not just going to die here, is he? I don't want a dead soul on my island! I roll him off of the island, and onto the water, where the creatures circle. When he doesn't sink, I know he isn't dead. Only the dead sink.....
He groans again, and opens his eyes a tiny bit. "What'd you do that for?"
"I thought you were dead."
"Yeah, well, I'm not quite there yet, though you've almost got me there," he grunts, sitting up again. His ability to get up again surprises me, as does the way he crawls back, and sits beside me again.
"I do apologise – I'll check your pulse before I do that again."
"How reassuring," he mutters, and then catches my eye. He smiles broadly, and my mouth twitches to follow suit before I can think about it. His pale face is very close, and it tempts me to study it again – he doesn't draw back when I put a finger on his cheek, so I take that as permission.
I notice that he's got a scar above his left eye, just like the one I have from when one of the keese decided to try and eat me. Before realising I wasn't actually dead yet..... I move my attention to that, and am surprised when I find that even *that* part of his face is warm.
He lays his left hand on my right upper arm, and closes his grip. I try to pull away, but he doesn't let go. I raise an eyebrow at him. "What are you doing?"
"What, you're the only one allowed to study?" I blink, and then shake my head.
"Fine."
~ Link, the Hero of Time ~
All of him is ice cold. I move from his arm to his face, and he draws back shyly, before allowing me to run my hand over it. Even his mouth is freezing, though his breath is warm enough. I move onto his hair, wondering if it is as cold as the rest of him.
Yes, it is. But, it's soft too – I run my hands over it, and remember when I use to do this to Saria on those rare occasions when she let my brush her hair. The sensations I am feeling now are much the same. I feel strangely – what is the word? Content. I feel content just to do this.
I'm beginning to wish I had both hands now – then I could study his face and hair at the same time, like he is doing to me. Instead, I shift closer to him so that I can alternate easily. When he blinks, his lashes graze my knuckles – they cast shadows on his face even deeper than the rest of him. I wouldn't have believed that possible if I didn't see it before me right now.....
My hand has returned to his mouth for some reason. His lips are soft, and he smiles slightly as I run a thumb over them.
I wonder.
Would it terrify him out of his wits?
I don't know. I'd best do something before I lose what little courage I've built up. I'm not quite sure why I'm going to do this.....
~ Dark Link ~
I can't do it. I don't have the courage..... Ah well, I'm just content to study him – he is very interesting after all.
He is staring at me so – at some point, he has moved closer, since he has only one hand he can use, and I can feel his warm breath on my hand as I continue to study the contours of his face. Not quite the same as mine – fuller, rounder than mine are. Warm as well; fasc-
Suddenly, there isn't any space between us anymore! His warm lips have closed the gap, and are clumsily on mine – cold and warm meet, and now I can't decide whether I am cold or he is.....
"Get off him, beast!" A masculine voice rings out angrily, and suddenly someone has torn me away from the light-walker, and booted me across the room. I thud onto the lake, and look down at the circling creatures. "Link, are you all right?" He doesn't answer, and rolling over (with difficulty), I see that he has fainted – and is smiling. I smile too, but then found myself being confronted by a tall man, wearing indigo clothing.
He has a sharp blade in his hands, and I can only watch with wide eyes horror as he levels it above my heart. The Hero rolls over, and bumps into the indigo clad one, who looks down – I see that the bottom half of his face is covered.
The Hero wakes up, and looks into my eyes. He smiles – he is the last thing I see.
Darkness! My heart.....
~ Link, the Hero of Time ~
Sheik brings his blade down before I find my voice to tell him no! The shadow's eyes narrow, and then snap shut, all life gone from them. No. No. NO! Sheik turns around, and I can tell from his eyes that he is smiling, and concerned. No. No. NO! How could he?
"Sheik," I can barely speak, I'm so angry. He stops dead.
"Hero?"
"Leave."
"Pardon?" he laughs nervously.
"Now." He backs away from my anger, and drops one of his deku-nuts – when the flash dies away, I see the shadow lying there, breathing in ragged breaths. If there was ever a time I have to call Navi, now is it.
However, he starts to move, and I look on hopefully – he is sinking. I grab his arm, and drag him back to the island. On the way, he opens his eyes. He looks wildly around, and I cradle his head in my lap. He tried to kill me – but – I – I don't know. He is me – sort of.
He focuses on me, and smiles weakly. Then, he closes his eyes again, and the hand he'd begun to lift to touch my face again, drops.
He is dead.
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I'm sorry – I'm just a slasher at heart it seems.....
Soda x
'He is warm, I am cold. He is light, I am dark. This fascinates me.'
~/*\~/*\~/*\~ Analysis ~/*\~/*\~/*\~
~ Link, the Hero of Time ~
It's getting difficult to breathe, especially with him sitting on top of me. His blade is cold at my throat, and he holds it steady. But – he still hasn't killed me.
This close up, I can appreciate that Navi was right. He really is a shadow me. Every contour of my own face is echoed in his, even that scar over my left eye where Mido managed to cut me with a deku stick. Almost as though he senses me looking at it, he rubs the scar on his forehead with his right hand. He's staring at me; those glowing eyes are unnerving in the extreme. I close my eyes, fighting against a scream of pain which is trying to get out.
I'll not die screaming like a child. I *will* not.
Sadly, it seems I'm going to die crying like one instead.
I jump as a hand brushes the tears away. I open my eyes, and look up at him. He has lifted his right hand to before his eyes, and is looking at the sheen of tears he has wiped away curiously – almost as though he hasn't seen them before.
I don't understand.....
~ Dark Link ~
He is crying. I've never seen any of them cry before. I wipe the tears away, and study them, hoping to figure out what exactly they are. But, they just look like water to me. I notice that he's staring at me inquisitively, and he wets his lips, as though making to talk. I press my sword against his neck warningly, and he clamps his lips shut, biting the bottom one with small, white teeth.
I get back to studying him. It's remarkable just how alike we are. His stupid fairy was right – he even has the same tunic as I do. And this style apparently isn't all that fashionable with his people anymore.
He seems to have forgotten the warning I just gave him. "What are you doing?" I push so hard that I draw blood, and instantly regret it as he gasps in pain.
"Sorry." He stares. I stare at my left hand, and wonder what the heck is going on in my mind. I feel some bond towards this light-walker. Maybe it's just because he looks like me.....but, I don't know. It seems like more than that. Though, what it is, I don't know. I address his question. "I am merely studying you, to see if your fairy was correct."
"Does it really take this long? Can you either kill me, or let me up please?" I just chuckle, and prod him on his white nose. He wrinkles it, and then scowls up at me. I tut, and trace a finger curiously over his cheek. It interests me how warm it is.....
~ Link, the Hero of Time ~
Goddesses, his skin is cold! It's making me shiver as he lazily traces one of his fingers over my cheek. And not with just cold either – with fear too. Or, is it fear? I know what fear feels like, and I'm sure it isn't like this. Well, not quite like this – I am scared that he's going to cut my neck soon. Though, he didn't seem all that glad when he did cut me earlier.
"Are you cold, hero? You are shivering," he observes, withdrawing his finger, and placing his hand on the floor next to my head. Stupid question.....
"A little," my mouth answers by violation. Stupid body – does before it thinks! "So are you." Damn it! Shut up Link!
He smiles, and now I can see that even his teeth are black – but, far from looking disgusting, they shine as brightly as his dark blade does. "Yes – well – I am a shadow. We're always cold."
"Oh." Again, I feel as though I have no idea what's going on.
"You are quite warm, actually," he says airily, and again, he runs a freezing finger over my face. I gasp as it goes over a cut he has left in my face (from when he landed on me just now), and then curse under my breath. He laughs again, and I can feel the movement throughout his whole body. "I've never been warm," he says mistily. I just nod (or, try to).
"Yes....."
"Yes?" I blink, and then realise just how stupid 'yes' was to throw into the conversation. He hadn't said anything that I could answer 'yes' to!
"Urm....." I can't think of anything, and am surprised when he laughs *yet* again.
"You are quite amusing," he chuckles, flashing those jet-black teeth again. His finger comes to my cheek again, and I'm sort of getting used to the cold now. He trails all four fingers of his right hand over my face now, and gets back to studying me. I don't mind – it is allowing me to live longer.
~ Dark Link ~
This light-walker is obscenely fascinating! A good fighter, not the best conversationalist, but amusing. And his eyes – averted now – they are so innocent. It's astounding! He's the same age as I (or maybe older, since I'm not too great at telling the passing of time), but he has the eyes of a child. Like the new creatures born in the dark place after unions.
His eyes close completely, and I worry – until I realise that he is still breathing. His lips are slightly parted, and inquisitively, my fingers, of their own will, find their way to them. His eyes flicker open, and he draws in a great breath around my fingers. His lips are soft and as warm as the rest of him seems to be. Fascinating.
I wonder.
Would it terrify him out of his wits?
"Hero."
"Mmm?"
"If I drop this sword, let you up, and promise not to harm you, will you promise the same?" His eyes widen, and he blinks a couple of times.
~ Link, the Hero of Time ~
I'm surprised by his proposition. I doubt I could fight him if I wanted to.....and, well, if this is a trick, I'll be in no worse a position that I'm in now. "You have my word." He immediately withdraws the sword, and clips it onto his back. Then, he gets off of me, and I can breathe properly again!
I take the hand that he proffers, and stand up, wrapping my arms around my slashed torso. I look at him, and at the last wound I gave him – it is quite deep. He notices my gaze, and looks down, seeming to be surprised. "Oh – yes – that." He puts both hands over it (since they are free), and bunches the material there together, and manages to actually wring some blood out. "You've ruined this tunic you know."
".....sorry?"
"Never mind." He drops his hands, and doesn't seem in the least bit worried by the amount of blood he's lost. "What about you? Maybe you should let your fairy out now?"
"I – no." I decide. He looks surprised, and I can hear Navi yelling indignantly. Thank the Trio the leather of the pouch muffles her. He tilts his head to one side, his long black forelocks swinging to the side.
"As you wish." He looks down suddenly, and frowns slightly. I look down as well, and see the creatures circling around the both of us, about six feet down. "Follow me – let's away from these vultures." I do as he suggests, and follow him. I see my discarded shield, but don't make towards it – I even leave the Master Sword. The shadow is intriguing me.
He leans against the tree, and looks much how he appeared when I first saw him. I stand, swaying slightly, before him, and he tuts. "Sit." I comply, falling heavily to the grey earth. He lands next to me, and gazes across the misty room. "You fight very well for a light-walker."
"Thank you. You fight well yourself." He nods. It feels odd just sitting here in silence – but odd in a good way (not that that makes a blind bit of sense!) I steal glances at him from under my hair, and when I don't do that, I'm concentrating on breathing – it's more of a chore than it used to be.
~ Dark Link ~
I can't think of anything to say. Usually this wouldn't worry me, since I have no one to talk to, but now, it's a problem. I notice that he keeps looking at me (I am doing so to him, but more covertly.) I wonder why?
His breathing seems quite laboured now. I'm guessing he must be in a lot of pain, just like me. I just know how to deal with it better than he does – I've had many more injuries than this, and still won.
To my surprise, he's just slumped backwards onto the earth. "Light-walker?" I poke him in the side, and he groans weakly. Oh shit, he's not just going to die here, is he? I don't want a dead soul on my island! I roll him off of the island, and onto the water, where the creatures circle. When he doesn't sink, I know he isn't dead. Only the dead sink.....
He groans again, and opens his eyes a tiny bit. "What'd you do that for?"
"I thought you were dead."
"Yeah, well, I'm not quite there yet, though you've almost got me there," he grunts, sitting up again. His ability to get up again surprises me, as does the way he crawls back, and sits beside me again.
"I do apologise – I'll check your pulse before I do that again."
"How reassuring," he mutters, and then catches my eye. He smiles broadly, and my mouth twitches to follow suit before I can think about it. His pale face is very close, and it tempts me to study it again – he doesn't draw back when I put a finger on his cheek, so I take that as permission.
I notice that he's got a scar above his left eye, just like the one I have from when one of the keese decided to try and eat me. Before realising I wasn't actually dead yet..... I move my attention to that, and am surprised when I find that even *that* part of his face is warm.
He lays his left hand on my right upper arm, and closes his grip. I try to pull away, but he doesn't let go. I raise an eyebrow at him. "What are you doing?"
"What, you're the only one allowed to study?" I blink, and then shake my head.
"Fine."
~ Link, the Hero of Time ~
All of him is ice cold. I move from his arm to his face, and he draws back shyly, before allowing me to run my hand over it. Even his mouth is freezing, though his breath is warm enough. I move onto his hair, wondering if it is as cold as the rest of him.
Yes, it is. But, it's soft too – I run my hands over it, and remember when I use to do this to Saria on those rare occasions when she let my brush her hair. The sensations I am feeling now are much the same. I feel strangely – what is the word? Content. I feel content just to do this.
I'm beginning to wish I had both hands now – then I could study his face and hair at the same time, like he is doing to me. Instead, I shift closer to him so that I can alternate easily. When he blinks, his lashes graze my knuckles – they cast shadows on his face even deeper than the rest of him. I wouldn't have believed that possible if I didn't see it before me right now.....
My hand has returned to his mouth for some reason. His lips are soft, and he smiles slightly as I run a thumb over them.
I wonder.
Would it terrify him out of his wits?
I don't know. I'd best do something before I lose what little courage I've built up. I'm not quite sure why I'm going to do this.....
~ Dark Link ~
I can't do it. I don't have the courage..... Ah well, I'm just content to study him – he is very interesting after all.
He is staring at me so – at some point, he has moved closer, since he has only one hand he can use, and I can feel his warm breath on my hand as I continue to study the contours of his face. Not quite the same as mine – fuller, rounder than mine are. Warm as well; fasc-
Suddenly, there isn't any space between us anymore! His warm lips have closed the gap, and are clumsily on mine – cold and warm meet, and now I can't decide whether I am cold or he is.....
"Get off him, beast!" A masculine voice rings out angrily, and suddenly someone has torn me away from the light-walker, and booted me across the room. I thud onto the lake, and look down at the circling creatures. "Link, are you all right?" He doesn't answer, and rolling over (with difficulty), I see that he has fainted – and is smiling. I smile too, but then found myself being confronted by a tall man, wearing indigo clothing.
He has a sharp blade in his hands, and I can only watch with wide eyes horror as he levels it above my heart. The Hero rolls over, and bumps into the indigo clad one, who looks down – I see that the bottom half of his face is covered.
The Hero wakes up, and looks into my eyes. He smiles – he is the last thing I see.
Darkness! My heart.....
~ Link, the Hero of Time ~
Sheik brings his blade down before I find my voice to tell him no! The shadow's eyes narrow, and then snap shut, all life gone from them. No. No. NO! Sheik turns around, and I can tell from his eyes that he is smiling, and concerned. No. No. NO! How could he?
"Sheik," I can barely speak, I'm so angry. He stops dead.
"Hero?"
"Leave."
"Pardon?" he laughs nervously.
"Now." He backs away from my anger, and drops one of his deku-nuts – when the flash dies away, I see the shadow lying there, breathing in ragged breaths. If there was ever a time I have to call Navi, now is it.
However, he starts to move, and I look on hopefully – he is sinking. I grab his arm, and drag him back to the island. On the way, he opens his eyes. He looks wildly around, and I cradle his head in my lap. He tried to kill me – but – I – I don't know. He is me – sort of.
He focuses on me, and smiles weakly. Then, he closes his eyes again, and the hand he'd begun to lift to touch my face again, drops.
He is dead.
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I'm sorry – I'm just a slasher at heart it seems.....
Soda x
