A/N: literally i have no clue what I'm doing and posting anything anywhere that isnt like a review or smth makes me verrrrrrry nervous. but hey ho let's go and all that stuff, I can't read stories and never write anything myself, although I'm havin a hard time making smth bigger than 1000 words.
Anyhow, enjoy this little thing i wrote on the bus :)
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Link felt cold.
Not from Fall's End reaching its icy hands over his cooking pot outside, covering it in a fine sheen of ice, nor from any lack of heat inside, as on the contrary, things were rather warm. A blanket bought from Rito Village is at cozy as they say, and it's no help having a certain blonde woman wrapped in his arms producing a certain everlasting warmth. They do say the Goddesses are ever benevolent and Link liked to think that Zelda, being Her Grace reincarnated, reflected that very warmth in the flesh.
But as much as he was wrapped in cozy blankets and eternal divine hugs, Link couldn't help but feel cold.
After all, it's quite hard to forget battling primal evils and seeing your best of friends as mere specters of themselves, not corporeal enough for as much more than a last touch.
Link felt cold. Cold from loss, cold from trauma and cold from what once was. He was sure that even Zelda felt cold. If not even colder. Link had the luxury of healing for 100 years. Zelda had to seal evil for that. For him. And as Link thought of that, he thought of her, and how she protected him. Whether from Guardians or himself. From Ganons firing globs of Malice or from his own mind, firing countless images burned into his mind's eye. And he would save her, too. Whether it be from lasers, lizalfos, or even from herself, too.
Link felt warm. For he had no guarantee of being this lucky. No certain chance of wrapping Zelda up in his arms and waking up to her on his shoulder, covering the pillows in drool and him in kisses, even when he was a dumbass. Maybe even a bit more when he was a dumbass, even.
Link felt warm. For as he laid dying on a singed path of grass outside Fort Hateno, Zelda sent Guardians to oblivion to ensure he lived. Even when he didn't. Zelda held an ancient demon lord at bay waiting for him for 100 years. All to make sure they even had a shot at it.
Link felt warm. For as his breath settled and he felt something moist on his shoulder, he realized you never light a fire without trouble. And having some divine assistance helps too.