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Chapter 10 - Lovely Sweet Taste
"Well… this part of Kakariko I've no recollection of." Said a mildly befuddled Sheik.
For all the nostalgia and familiarity he felt entering the steps leading to the small town, the Sheikah found a previously inexistent massive gate hampering their passage. But this huge thing clearly explains why Kakariko managed to stay marginally safe from Ganondorf's clutches.
As oppressive and numerous as the Evil Tyrant's army is, if funneled inside such chokehold, it would suffer heavy casualties just to take one try at destroying this rather ugly-looking gate.
"Hero, you can sit down next to the wall for a few moments to rest your legs," Sheik suggested as he began to unload some of the heavy equipment he has attached to his person. "It will take me a moment to climb this giant thing with so much moss and rust covering it all."
Taking a rare moment of initiative, Link walked past Sheik and stopped right in front of the gate. The Hero's sudden behavior making the Sheikah stop and watch him.
"Hello! Anyone's home?" Link called with a loud voice, at least loud enough to echo above the towering metallic structure.
Rather intrigued by the simple and straight-forward approach, Sheik waited to see if they would get any response.
"Oya? I know that voice…" Surely enough someone quickly appeared above the dented top of the gate. "Boyo!" The elderly gatekeeper beamed at the sight of the young blond. "Quite the scare you gave me. One day showing up all of a sudden and puffing away just as quickly. What's with that, hm…?"
Link gave the bald old man a sheepish smile. "S-Sorry, Flint. Something important came up, had to leave Kakariko before I could see you again."
"Bah, no hard feelings kiddo. Even o' Flint had his days of youth; Heheh." Waving in a gesture to his young friend, Flint disappeared behind the gate again and soon a stream of wobbling's steps sounded off behind the metal.
Soon enough the large gate creaked and began to open ever so slowly.
Giving a glance to his companion Link smiled, this silly reaction telling Sheik that he also has his ways.
Walking out from the small breach he opened, Flint hobbled his way toward Link with a very large grin. "Something wrong with 'em?" Nodding his head, Flint pointed to the young man resting in the Hero's arms.
Looking down to the sleeping face of the red-haired, Link shrugged. "Dunno… we found them in a raided camp just outside…" He then frowned. "Captured by Ganondorf's men."
Widening his eyes at the news, Flint's shoulders shuddered. "Bad news those tin head." He puffed angrily. Carefully raising one hand to the boy's head, he pushed aside the heavy locks of hair to reveal an ugly bump at the boy's forehead. "Poor lad got smacked in the head..." Flint fell into a weird quietness. "There's no real doctor in Kakariko no more… But your buddy Flint can take a peek if you want. Learned a few things with the years."
"There's no need for that." Sheik raised his voice, finally making his presence known to the older man, who glanced at him quite startled as if he hadn't noticed the other blond standing there. "I have the experience and equipment necessary to care for their health. We only need passage to my residence inside Kakariko."
Flint glanced to Link and them back to Sheik, then right back to Link. Gesturing for the green-clad blond to lean forward, the old man whispered. "Friends of yours, Boyo?"
Link smiled and nodded.
"That's one scary mug I tell you. All stealthy-looking and suspicious…" Flint hushed out, making Link chuckle at his words.
"And one scary good hearing as well…" The usual non-friendly frown of the blond Sheikah returning to his face, one that he never used while accompanying the hero.
"Shoot kiddo, there's no need for mean looks. That's just me being funny, no real harm meant." Replied the old man, raising both hands in his defense. "Oya… that mark on your chest…" Flint hastily hobbled his way to Sheik, startling the blond as his bald head leaned very close to stare at him. "Are you, by any chances, an acquaintance of Lord Impa?"
One puzzled look took over Sheik's expression. "Lord Imp is my aunt. Why the need to know such a thing?"
"By my dadda's beard, boy. I didn't know you were family to Lord Impa." One look of instant regret flashing over the man's face. "Please, forgive this old fool for his jokes. O' Flint would never be able to live the rest of his life if he knew he insulted someone as important as you."
"You seem to hold my aunt to a very high regard…" Sheik said a little intrigued. 'Not something most people do.' He thought to himself quietly.
"Gaahh, that's a given!" Flint's reply came out very loud and energetic, a fire of youth sparkling in his aged eyes. "Any resident of Kakariko that's worth the bread they eat, worships Lord Impa. She saved many of us front poverty and famine; giving people a place to live and strive even before this blasted war began. Our blessed angel, may the Goddesses watch over her in whatever place she is now."
"You don't mind the Sheikahs?" Link asked simply, surprising his red-eyed friend with his sudden words.
"I don't," Flint replied promptly. "O' Flint was never one for prejudice, boyo. Whatever people choose to believe, I know the truth that matters most. There are bad people everywhere, Sheikah or Hylian. Can't be judging someone because of their race."
Nodding at the old man's words, Link looked directly at Sheik and smiled gently. His expression telling more than words could right now.
"Your words are very kind, master Flint," Sheik said with a gentle care, something very rare when he is addressing a stranger. "Only if more people would think like you."
"Hah! Imagine that, this old good for nothing serving as an example to others." Flint jests back, taking a short smile out of the two blonds. "You're a good kid, can see that in your eyes… or eye, can't really see the other one behind those blond locks of ours… Anyway, you're clear to go in. Just make sure drop a word to o' Flint if you're to leave town, okay?" In this last bit, he made sure to glance at Link.
"Only one more thing, master Flint," Sheik said. "The manor on top of Kakariko's hill… My aunt's state. Do you know how it fares?" Having heard rumors of the decrepit state of affairs in town, Sheik's fears that some of the people seeking refuge may have invaded one place that should always stay private for more than a few reasons.
"The Sheikah mansion?!" Flint quirked his wrinkled brown. "Nothing to fear there, kiddo. People are so scared of that place they don't even raise shacks in the road leading to it. They say the place is… the place is… what is the name again? The thingamajig… Gahhh, the whatchamacallit…" If he had any hair left in his head, he would surely lose it all by how hard his brain is frying to come up with a word.
Watching the man in confused torment, Sheik tried to guess the first word coming to his tongue. "Cursed?"
"YES!" Flint almost jumped if not for his bad leg. "They say it's cursed. That some evil spirits will take your soul if you get close enough."
A faint frustration crossed the young Sheikah's mind. Sometimes he feels very tired of the nonsense people keep making about his people. "Good…" He breathed out a bit harshly. "At least the rumor serves to keep these buffoons from intruding into someone else's home." Hastily recuperating the few pieces of equipment, he shed earlier, Sheik began to walk towards the entrance with a frown on his face. "Thank you for your time and opening passage for us, master Flint. Come hero, we have little time before night falls."
"Boyo, tie your horses for a moment will ya? Got something important to share." Holding a very stern look in his eyes despite the still easygoing tune of his voice, Flint wobbled his way to Link as the Hero turned to face him. "You oughta be careful out there, ya hear me?"
One small friendly grin crossed Link's lips. Taking the words of the old gatekeeper as a caring concern of someone who means well.
Sheik, on the other hand, noticed the small tingle of desperation in the man's mannerism. "Something you want to share, master Flint?" He asked to try and push the man to divulge the reason for his almost desperate plea.
"Aye... just last evening, a large group of at least twenty tin heads came knocking on the gates." Flint began explaining. "Lucky o' me was on the shift at the time, even got the pleasure of telling them to go knock a rock in their breeches." He chuckled at the memory of seeing those hateful men snarl at him, but then a frown took over him. "But I tell you, last night was different from the usual harass they try to toss our way."
"Different how?" Link spoke out his curiosity. "Did they try to hurt you?"
Flint chuckled softly at that. "Boyo, they try to hurt us every time. No… this time they came with words instead of swords. They were very insistent when asking about this one person. Even showed me a drawn picture of the fella, just to try and stir me memories."
Instantly Sheik's expression grew dark, expecting full well to know where this story is going.
"Boyo, the fella in that picture looked a hell of a lot like you. Green funny costume and all." Letting out a tired sigh, Flint stepped closer to Link and tapped him in the arm. "Just be careful with those tin heads, lad. Heard stories of what they do to good-looking young people like you… not a very pleasant tale."
Link gave Sheik a worried look, to which he received a supporting gaze. "Thanks, Flint. I'll keep that in mind." A somber and pensive expression appearing in his features after this warning, Link frowned and turn to enter the gloom-looking town.
"W-Wait… boyo…" Flint leaned forward ever so slightly, taking support in his crooked cane. 'Sniff… Sniff…' "Is that dried meat I smell on you?" He asked with a tooth-missing grin.
Looking down at the small pouch resting at his belt, a lukewarm smile tugged at Link's lips. Doing his best to reach for the small bag without dropping the young man resting in his arms, the hero pulled the pouch out and raised it over to Flint.
A look of full surprise appeared on the old man's face, his eyes blinking a few times in the direction of the good smelling bag. "Ya sure? Looks like there is a lot inside…"
"You can have it." Link replied warmly. "I'm not that hungry, it would go to waste if I kept it." He pushed his arms forward again, prompting his older friend to take it from him.
Shyly taking a gander inside the small pouch, a heavy glistering moist appeared on Flint's eyes. "Boyo… you are very kind…" He rubbed his tears away just for new ones to appear. "O' Flint will make sure to treasure your gift… maybe share it with a pal of mine who's a bit sickly these days. Thanks, kiddo."
Leaving behind at the gates a very emotional gatekeeper, Link turned his gaze forward and began strolling on the faint road leading inside the small town.
Walking right beside his companion, Sheik took one last glance toward the weeping old man and then looked back to Link. "You're not hungry anymore?" He asked with a slight sarcastic tone, but mostly in real curiosity.
Link's frown deepened as he refused to look anywhere but forward. "Not as hungry as he probably is."
Their small trip across the dirty roads of Kakariko went as uneventful as Sheik hoped it would. Considering the drastic change in the population and how easy blames flies around in times of strife; the Sheikah almost expected to be encircled by an angry mob of starving people.
However, the very few who recognized the blond for what he is, quickly scattered away or did their best to stay out of his path. Not a very pleasant thing to witness, but at this point, he doesn't care at all. The only solace of this being the Hero's lack of attention to details, and how he didn't even take a hint to the look he and his companion were receiving.
Now, standing in front of the very impressive manor watching over the tall on top of a tall hill, Link is watching his friend fiddle with the door's keyhole, doing an outstanding job of it considering that night has already fallen and there is barely any moonlight shining past the heavy clouds above.
"Lost your key?" Link asked after Sheik had spent more than two minutes on the door and showing no signs of getting it open.
"There is no key, Hero." Sheik replied, still completely focused on his pin and lockpick in hand.
"That's weird… isn't this your house? How come you don't have a key." Replied the confused hero.
Growing slightly frustrated at the distraction, Sheik sighed and glanced back at the other blond. "This is a Sheikah's homestead. There is no need for a key because if you are one of our kind, this little detail should not impede you."
With a roll of his eyes, Link left Sheik to his work, taking his attention to the abandoned road descending to Kakariko. Taking one glance down the very tall cliff at the right side of the large house, he could see only little dots below walking on the streets.
It surprises Link how far away this place is from Kakariko, to him it doesn't even feel like this lonely house is a part of the town. Looking back at the blond behind him, he frowned again.
'Maybe this is what they wanted…' Link thought, not exactly sure with who he means by 'they'.
"There, told you it wouldn't take long." Said a very proud Sheik, his tone uncharacteristically boyish contrary to his normal stern way of speaking. "Come on in. You can stay in the living room for a moment while I lit some of the candles." With that said, he disappeared inside the open door, carrying with him the bag Link was carrying before taking the unconscious boy in his arms.
Taking a few eagers steps forward, Link quickly found himself inside a very spacious but somewhat empty living room. Due to the heavy fabric of the curtains closed on every window, the only source of light is coming from the open double doors behind Link, making it very hard to properly see the furniture and décor of the place.
Strolling around very carefully to not drop or bump into something with the boy, Link stopped in front of a large painting hanging on the wall. Clenching his eyes to try and see better, he notices three forms in that painted picture; one very tall and imposing, one a bit smaller than the first, and the third one barely half the size of the second.
Even as he does his best to see any more details of this picture, he can only recognize the bright color of the sky at the upper part of the painting.
"What are you doing?" Sheik's voice came from behind him; startling a yelp out of the other blond.
"N-Nothing… I was just looking at it…" Link replied with a small tingle of shame, not even sure why seeing as he did nothing wrong, but the questioning look on that red-eye made him think he did. "This painting, is a picture of someone?"
Sheik glared past the hero, looking directly at said painting. "That's something that should've been destroyed very long ago. But I guess my aunt is growing soft." Letting his glare linger for a little longer, Sheik then turned around, raising a candle in front of him. "Come." He said as he flickered the tip of his fingers to made a small flame. "There's one room ready for our guest."
After the awkward exchange, the pair of young blonds traveled to the second floor of the manor, with Sheik guiding Link to a room at the right end of the hallway, a faint glow of light coming from beneath the door.
"Place him it the bed." Sheik ordered as he pushed the door open, a soft creak of wood echoing in the otherwise silent hall.
Link stepped in after Sheik, entering into a fairly well-kept bedroom; with a large bed sitting in the middle, two nightstands with one at each side, and a fairly pompous wardrobe hugging the right wall. Giving light to the room, there are two sets of candles on top of the nightstands with small flames dancing in their head, casting shadows of Link and Sheik's form against the wall and ceiling.
Giving a nod at the bed's direction, Sheik folded his arms against his chest and waited for the hero to do as asked. Without much delay, Link carefully laid the boy on the soft mattress, feeling a sudden soreness in his arms after carrying someone for such a long time.
Gently tapping at the other blonde's arm, Sheik approached the bed, taking a seat right at the edge. "This may take a while… why don't you take one of the candles and explore a little bit." He suggested quietly, already moving to check the red-haired boy for more bruises or wounds. "I'll come and find you when I'm done."
Replying with only a simple nod, Link reached for one of the wooden plates holding a candle and left the room to give Sheik the space he needs to work.
Urged by the growling sound of his stomach, Link went on a little quest of his own to find the supply bag Sheik carried inside the house. Even with the small light in his hands, the young Hero found himself lost more than a few times inside the very confusing layout of the Sheikah house.
Apparently trying to retrace your own steps inside a strange building is more difficult than he realized. After taking more left turns than he thought a house could have, Link found the set of stairs he used to come from the first floor.
From this point forward it felt a lot easier for him to guide himself to his treasure, only because his nose got the sweet scent of the square cake they brought along. Entering a small hallway to the right of the living room, he found the pantry where Sheik had decided to leave their supplies in.
Right there, sitting alone in the midst of mostly empty shelves and stands, Link finally reached his prize as his belly growled even louder in anticipation. Took all of his self-control to settle only for a few pieces of cake and some apples, instead of taking the whole thing with him. Taking one of the empty trays sitting on a dusty shelf, the Hero wiped it clean with a small piece of cloth and settled his selection of treats to carry out with him to another room.
Sitting alone in the large living room in this darkness felt way too gloomy and dreary for his taste, even more after his last dinner with Sheik and Zelda, with so much warmth and life on that night. It was then that the second part of his quest for dinner began, finding the right spot to eat without feeling depressed.
The first two rooms he found were a burst; one in a messy state with broken weapons and other strange equipment laying everywhere. The other one was simply empty, with no furniture or even a carpet on the floor; this room felt even worse than the dark living room.
Deciding to try his luck on the second floor of the giant house, Link went straight to the room on the left side of the hall, two doors past the staircase. With a gentle pull of the handle, the door pried open and instantly a content smile crossed his lips.
Despite being fairly dark as every other room he entered; this one has a shining feeling to it. Maybe it's because of the very wide window at the wall, going almost as high as the ceiling, letting the starry sky dot the floor with spots of light.
Taking a seat on the purple carpet right in front of the window, Link finally began tasting his food, his eyes smiling at the sweetness spreading over his tongue.
Chewing whole-heartedly at his square cake, the young hero finally noticed that there is more to this room than a comfy carpet and a large window with a nice view outside. In fact, there is so much more to this room than that.
Taking the old tray from his lap and placing it on the floor, Link slowly got up, still munching on his chocolate treat. His blue eyes instantly glued to a wooden shelf right next to a single bed; filled with dulled throwing knives, a few shards of a sword, and a clay doll in the shape of a little ninja.
Link brushed his hands against the items, taking out the coat of dust that was covering them. His attention then shifted to a small book lying beneath the little ninja figure. Carefully lifting the clay figurine, he pulled the book back with enough care to no damage the aged-leather cover.
Nibbling away the few crumbles of cake still in his fingers, Link cleaned his hand the best he could before trying to take a peek inside this curious-looking book.
"If you open that, you die." Said a voice coming from behind, startling the poor blond out of his boots.
Leaning against the door frame, Sheik is watching the Hero with a very neutral look to his ruby eye.
Terrified of the sudden warning, Link raised the book as far away as he could. "Does it really kill who opens it?" He asked afraid of the supposed killing book.
A soft chuckle escaped the Sheikah as he casually walked forward and took the book away from the other blond. "No, Hero… the book doesn't kill you. But I would." He said with a smile. "How petulant of you to try and pry unto someone's private journal."
The look of youthful curiosity lighted anew in Link's blue eyes, his gaze fixated on the book again. "Anything embarrassing you're trying to hide in there?"
Sheik shook his head, a little grin playing with his lips. "So many embarrassing ones that I would die if anyone read it." He then poised the book in front of him and flickered two fingers of his free hand, at the same moment the book disappeared in a poof of smoke.
"WHAA—" The hero's jaw fell, never a dull moment in the company of his red-eyed friend. "So… if that was your book, then…"
"Correct… this is… was my room," Sheik replied softly. "Imagine my surprise when I found out you've chosen exactly this place to pass your time. Should've locked the door."
"Glad you didn't!" The hero retorted quickly. "This place feels so magical… so peaceful. That spot is my favorite." He said pointing at the purple soft carpet.
Glancing down at the tray packed with food, Sheik smiled and nodded. "That was my favorite spot as well." Pulling at the cord holding the sheath for his thin sword and pouch with other tools, Sheik relieved himself of any baggage and moved over to take a sit right where Link was sitting before. "I used to sit here for hours without end at night. Studying the texts my master gave me or just taking care of my tools… All under the sparkling starry sky." He glanced back at Link, who is frozen in place with a pensive look, and tapped a spot next to him.
Needing no more than that invitation, Link quickly walked over next to Sheik, sitting by his side with the small feast of sweet food in front of them.
"No other place made me feel so safe as this little spot in my room." Said the Sheikah with a small tone of nostalgia. "My own little world inside Kakariko."
Looking for a word to say, Link scrambled his head while his fingers pinch at the cloth strands standing out in the purple sea of fluffiness. "Hey…" He said again. "Want to continue our game from earlier? Little Truths?"
"This would be a perfect time for it, wouldn't it?" Sheik gave a short smile to Link, even if the other blond can't see it behind his mask. "Seeing as I started this round by sharing this place with you… I ask first. Fair?"
Link quirked one eyebrow. "A little sneaky… but fair."
"Have you ever… regret anything in your life?" Despite how quietly and gently Sheik asked his question, the question itself fell like a giant boulder onto their peaceful mood.
"Sheesh… you really suck at this." Link chuckled, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. An air of seriousness washed over the hero's boyish grin; a look that makes him look like a proper adult instead of a boy stuck in a new body. "I do… I regret not being strong enough to save my friend. I regret being so weak that Ganondorf had his wicked way in corrupting Hyrule… I regret… trusting someone who I thought of as a friend before he stabbed me in the back.
Right about now Sheik is the one regretting something. Just one simple question was enough to ruin Link's easygoing mood. Feeling bad about the frown plaguing the Hero's face, he reached down to one piece of cake and raised it to Link. "Here…" Sheik called out softly, making Link turn to him and brush his lips against the brown square. "Sorry for making you remember such awful memories."
Opening his mouth ever so slightly, Link took a bite of the cake and grinned. "I don't mind… but I want something in return."
"And what would that be, Hero?" Sheik asked, brushing the cake onto Link's lips again.
"Mhm… First…" Link gulped the food down to talk properly. "Stop calling me HERO, I hate it. My name is Link. It feels so stiffy when you call me that instead of my name."
"That…" The whole speech about professionalism played itself in Sheik's head. But the blond decided to just shake those thoughts away and give in just a little. "That sounds reasonable. I promise to not repeat the 'offense'."
One very content smile spread over Link's lips. "Cool… and secondly… I want to see your face again." He sounded surprisingly shy in his second request.
Unlike the first one, Sheik gave no hint of a reaction in his ruby eyes and this made Link worry that he may have pushed him too far.
"S-Sheik, you really don't ha-"
"It's fine." Sheik cut in; placing the half-eaten piece of cake back in the tray and then lifting both hands to his complicated turban.
Moving very slowly in the process of undoing the bandages holding his headwear, Sheik began to remove one by one the pieces hiding his face. Keeping his eyes closed, he can't see the look of pure expectation on the other blonde's face.
With one last tug at the large bandage holding everything together, Sheik undid his turban; letting his white mask slide down his chest and into the floor.
"As per your request." He said in jest, doing a mocking bow to his companion.
However, taking the Sheikah completely by surprise, the sensation of something akin to battle-worn leather brushed on his right cheek. As his gaze lifted back to glance at Link, he noticed the outstretch gloved hand touching his face with so much care as if he could break.
"Hero…" Sheik whispered softly, just to receive a light frown.
"You promised…" Link complained.
A playful chuckle escaped Sheik at the other blonde's boyish reaction. "Sorry, Link."
"I still don't get it… You look so pretty." Link blurted out without even noticing his words escaping him. His right hand resting at Sheik's cheek, going upwards ever slowly, brushing the long fringe hiding his other eye. Right then, Link's breathing became uneven. "Wow…"
So much for controlling his heart around the blue-eyed menace. That sincere reaction of Link made Sheik's entire body quiver with unfamiliar sensations.
"S-Sheik… I want another turn…" Link managed to stutter out in his state of daze.
"That doesn't sound too fair…" Replied the other blond with a chuckle.
"Can I kiss you again?"
Sheik had to blink more than a few times to try to understand what he just heard. Feeling his cheeks grow hot and pink, his eyes tried to shift anywhere that was not blue and adorable. "So, you know what a kiss is?"
'What's wrong with me.' He snarled internally at the stupid question coming out from his mouth.
"Of course I know what a kiss is!" Link retorted a bit offended at the question. "I may look stupid and naïve… but I am not. I know a lot of things… I know what a want… Do you?"
"How can you be so certain of that?" Sheik rebuked firmly, his red eyes still failing to look at Link. "You barely know me, Link."
"Then…" Link's voice sounded a lot closer, so close that Sheik had to turn and see just how close Link is to him. "Let me know you, Sheik."
It all turned into a blur as Link leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sheik's. The blonde's red eyes widened in surprise at Hero's boldness and eagerness, so different from the shy boy that Sheik pushed a kiss into just one night ago.
Relenting control almost completely, Sheik just stood there in shock as Link pulled back from the small peck; more than ready to lean forward for another one.
"Weren't you hungry?" Sheik tried to deflect, his partial attention drifting to the lonely tray on the floor.
"Not anymore." Said the hero, his face very serious.
"That's a shame… I thought you liked sweet. The cake looks very delicious too, and-" The babbling Sheikah only stopped talking when Link pushed the same piece of cake Sheik was feeding him before against his lips.
Link held the cake there until Sheik relented and took a bite, then a mischievous grin appeared on his handsome features. "Well… maybe I'm a little hungry." He carefully placed what is left of the piece cake back on the tray, and shuffled right in next to the red-eyed blond. "And I love sweet food." His words coming like whispers as he leaned closer and closer to those beautiful thin lips.
"You're awful…" Sheik breathed out, his resistance all but inexistent anymore, as he eagerly awaits for what is to come.
Link gave him one last playful smile just before pressing their lips together again.
Their first two little kisses were sweet, short, and innocent. With Sheik and then Link, so carefully pressing a caring peck into the other.
This one is raw, needy, and a lot messier.
Tugging, nibbling, and even liking, Link tries to give attention to every detail of Sheik's lips; losing himself in that softness.
One quiet whimper escaped Sheik as a pair of strong arms pressed at his side, pulling him closer into a melting embrace. Then his eyes startled open when Link tried to invade push inside Sheik's mouth with his tongue; who quickly recovered from his surprise and gave way for the Hero's exploration.
Letting out a moan, Link reluctantly pulled back trying to regain his breath. His eyes showing a lot of maturity on them, together with a wildfire of desire that Sheik never dreamed of seeing on him.
"You know… there's a few more pieces of cake left." Link joked lightly with his uneven breathing.
Deciding to completely give up on his nagging concern about their situation, Sheik rolled his arms around Link's neck and giggled. "I take back what I said… You're not awful, you're terrible."
A shared laugh sounded between the two, the pair of blondes settling down against the comfort of the purple carpet as Link's began to kiss Sheik yet again.
"Maybe…" Link breathed out in between each little peck. "But only with you."