A Zelda: Twilight Princess collection
Disclaimer: I don't own TP (except a copy of it), and I don't own Zelda.
Chapter Three: Twilight
'A man after my own heart – A kindred spirit.'
"The sky's nice tonight."
Midna's eyelids flickered, a grunt echoing from the back of her thin throat. She shifted restlessly where she lay on her side to her back, her small hands tucked behind her head. Her helmet rested on the soft earth beside her.
"…Midna?"
She grunted again, this one an affirmative that, yes, she was listening. With her eyes closed as they were she couldn't see Link's expression, but she'd place twenty Rupees on the idea that he was frowning at her—dismissing the fact that she'd be betting his Rupees, not her's.
"Yes, yes, lovely," She sighed, pulling her hand from beneath her head to wave dismissively at the stars. "May I sleep?"
He hummed, a bit disappointed, and she resettled herself on the grass and blankets that were her bed for the night. The camp grew quiet, only the chirping orchestra of crickets somewhere out in the tall grass along Hyrule Field, the stomping and rustling of Epona from where she was hobbled a few feet away and the buzz of some night creature in the distance breaking the spell of the silence. Somewhere a bird took flight, and the shivering of leaves put into motion scraped across the cool air.
"It's not as nice as twilight, though," she heard from somewhere to her near left, a soft sigh of a remark; most likely not meant for her to hear.
Midna's eyes cracked open, blinking at the twinkling starlight beating on her irises. She flipped again, onto her side to face Link. The farm boy turned Hero lay as she had a moment before, gloved hands tucked below his blonde head as his eyes lazily scanned the heavens. His hat lay on his chest, lightly moving up and down with his breath. His shield and the Master Sword rested beside him, close at hand.
Midna cocked her head at him, feeling absurdly light without the helmet bowing it down.
"That's the last thing I expected to hear from you," she said after a moment of consideration. She shifted onto her stomach, using her hands to prop her face above the earth. Her tiny feet kicked reflexively at the air. "I'd have thought you hated it."
Link's face grew bemused, his eyebrows drawing together to furrow his forehead. His lips pursed.
"Hate it? I don't hate it. More like…I'm upset with it. I've always loved the twilight, the best part of the day…" He shook his head, his hair brushing roughly against the grass under it. "Never mind, you probably think it's silly."
Midna watched him for a few minutes, head tilted. Her long lock of red-gold hair swung over her shoulder, and she spared a hand to swipe it back absently, if not a bit irritably at its intrusion on her thoughts. She briefly mused on putting her helmet on to keep the lock in place.
"Not at all. In fact, if I didn't know any better I'd think I'm influencing you."
Link grinned up at the stars, but she had a feeling it was meant for her. "Yeah, you're a bad influence."
Midna pulled some grass from the earth and chucked the handful of it at him, growing agitated when he laughed at the pathetic comeback.
"No, I've always liked twilight. I used to sit along the edge of the spring with my father when he was still alive, and we'd talk about how the day went, and what we'd do tomorrow, and of the times he promised to take me to see Hyrule one day."
He grew somber, eyebrows relaxing as his eyes resumed their scrutiny of the skies. Midna folded her arms and rested her head atop them, now keener on watching him than sleeping, or looking at the stars.
A man after my own heart.
A/N: Bah, couldn't help it. I've been looking through a list of phrases and sayings, and I have 3 ½ pages of sayings I can use for this story, and what I'd use them to portray. I had difficulty deciding which I was going to use first, but I just picked this one and went with it.
Note—don't expect these chapters to be long. They're just short snippets into the life of Link and Midna, at various stages of the game. This snippet is from somewhere along the way to find the statues to restore the power of the Dominion Rod—I'm too lazy to decide exactly when and where.
The good thing is, since there's less to write in one chapter it won't take me as long to write the next one. I'm working on my main story, though, and I've hit a bit of a snag with it, so until I figure out how to overcome it I'll be working on TD. Aren't ya happy:P