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"Hard to believe a hero could be such a clumsy person . . ."
I could feel a cool hand pushing back my wet hair. Something sticky, blood perhaps, covered my forehead in a thin skin. I felt grimy, as if hardened mud coated my entire body.
I forced a tired eye open and groaned; what a surprise, I was completely covered in dried mud.
"You're awake."
"Ugh, what happened?" My voice was a hoarse whisper as I spoke, my head heavy and limp. It took my brain more than a moment to register that I was having a conversation, let alone who that conversation was with. Something clicked in my mind and I jerk my torso upright, my head colliding with another. We both recoiled on impact.
"God dammit, why does this keep happening to me?" I fell back onto whatever makeshift bed I had been sleeping on - hay, I could guess, from the thick shards that poked into my back – and nursed my already injured skull. Remembering that I wasn't the only one to smash their head, I quickly lifted myself onto my elbows, however painful it was to do so, and place my hand briefly on the crown of her hair.
I managed to utter a very awkward, "You okay?" before my hand fell back to my side. My head throbbed painfully and I felt like screaming the most atrocious words I could think of. The only thing that kept me from doing so was the sight of Malon, her tan skin blending in with the bleakness of the small room.
I tried desperately to think of something sufficient to say, but nothing came to mind. Instead of saying anything of meaning, I simply blurted out everything that was on my mind.
"I'm sorry, so incredibly, horribly sorry. Please,please forgive me. Please Malon, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you I was just – well, you know, I can't just . . ." I paused, trying to collect my thoughts. Already, this was probably more than I had spoken since leaving the forest. I could tell from the look on her sad, blue eyes that I was saying something wrong, something that could potentially hurt her beyond repair. I continued on, frantic for her forgiveness,"Don't you see? This is so frustrating! I wish I could just tell you everything, it would make everything much more simple. I know you're angry and upset, I can see from your face that you hate me! I'm a bad, bad person, I know - "
At first I did not recognize the sensation that touched my lips, that took my breath away. It felt so sudden and out of place that I didn't know how to react. Words hung on the edge of my lips as I struggled to comprehend what was going on. Her mouth seemed foreign to me as her teeth scrapped clumsily against my bottom lip, making my thoughts go numb. Her inexperience gave me the confidence I needed to react, igniting the fire in the wavering spirit.
I didn't understand why she kissed me, although I had a hunch that it was to quiet my desperate rambling. All I knew was that this, right now, was how things were supposed to be. I didn't think of Zelda, or Hyrule or even the future. I was here in the present, because who knew if I would even be living a few days from now. I know saw that my future wasn't as planned out as previously thought; it was dotted with uncertainty, just as every other person's was. I could be killed by the next enemy I fought; I wasn't invincible, so why should I let things that have yet to happen get to me?
Her red hair pooled onto my pounding chest as she pressed herself closer to me. The feel of her beating heart against my own sent nervous excitement through me, a sensation I wasn't used to. I was no longer in control of my body as my tongue slipped passed her lips and into the rush of her mouth. Even though this confidence caught me off guard, I didn't stop the movement of my mouth against hers.
We were both pitifully inexperienced when it came to the art of the opposite sex, that much I could tell. My tongue was awkward and heavy, her lips were relentless; both of us just wanting to make the other happy. And yet, however crude our kiss may have been, it was what we both have been searching for for so long. Simply put; love.
I was intoxicated by the musky smell of hay; the hesitant touch of her fingertips through the fabric of my shirt. Urged on by a sudden burst of courage, I gathered her waist in my hands and pushed, so that in one smooth movement I was on top of her. My elbows were straight, my palms pressed hard against the wet straw on either side of her body. I didn't move, not even a muscle as I watched her watch me. This went on for longer than a minute, this silent scrutiny between infatuated lovers. I began to feel self-conscious as her gaze deepened, her glazed eyes judging me.
"What?" I said after a while, my own eyes averting from hers insecurely.
She just smiled and said something that I been dreading and craving all the same while, something that would change both of our lived regardless of my reply.
"I love you."
My heart cried out in pain with her confession.
"You don't mean that," I said painfully in one last attempt to reverse the irreversible. "You don't love me."
I could see the affliction in her eyes as she replied,"I can't stop myself from loving, just as I can't stop my own heart from beating."
All I could see in my mind were the tears that would roll down her cheeks as we said our ultimate goodbyes; I could clearly see the agony, the agony that I caused, in her features as I walked away from her home and to my probable death. I didn't want this to happen, but I knew that it was inevitable.
But even this couldn't stop me from saying what I felt deep down in my core.
"Malon, I need you in my life. I don't care anymore, I truly don't. If this means I have to give up everything I've worked for, I don't care. I love you."
I once again found myself lost in her touch as my senses became a mess of emotion. One of my arms wrapped around her back as her hands encircled my neck. I sat back on my shins, keeping an even distance with her as I gathered her onto my lap. I straightened my legs one by one and pressed my back against the cool stone as our caress' became more fervent.
For a brief moment her hands gripped the the bottom hem of my tunic, but were gone – as was my shirt – a second later. I began to run my fingers through her hair but was stopped by yet another garment; my undershirt was ripped off before I could even object to it. My eyes had been closed for whatever reason – I didn't even know anymore, I wasn't in control – so it wasn't until moments after that I noticed that she hadn't moved
Her eyes had stopped and were staring at my battered chest.
I had never really stopped to look at the condition of my body. I knew I was healthy, and that was all that mattered to me. End of story.
But Malon seemed to be fixated on the mangled state of my flesh. I could see her eyes flickered from scar to scar; battle to battle as she made her way from my collarbone to navel, her analytical eyes wide with an indecipherable emotion. There were fresh woulds that still were a swollen pink, and old scars that shone like intricate ravines through the muscles of my stomach.
Before her hand could even touch my skin, a hiss of air inspired into my lungs, making her hand flinch back. She tried again, this time not halted by my erratic breathing.
Her fingertips brushed against the sensitive flesh of my cuts and I couldn't help but wince at the sting. The untreated wounds throbbed with each pulse of my over-worked heart, her fingers barely brushing me. The muscles of my stomach contracted painfully with each pass of her hand. But slowly, I began to relax. Pleasure should not be mixed with this sort of pain.
HAHA THATS IT! SUCKY PLACE TO END, RIIITTEE?!?!?
