I anticipated the first bite. Leaned in, crossed my fingers, and waited. Slowly the spoon lifted to those plush lips I loved to kiss. That mouth that always tasted of strawberries took the spoon in and...
Oh no. That's the most disgusted face I've ever seen. My boyfriend immediately started getting another spoonful.
"Sheik, stop!" I reached out and grabbed his wrist. "You don't have to force yourself to eat it, if it taste awful."
A surprised look crossed his face before a soft laugh made me confused. The utensil was set in the bowl and slender fingers wrapped around my own as Sheik pulled my hand away. Gently he took my larger hand in his and those shining rubies that make me melt as if they were lava caught me.
"Link, love. I know we haven't been together for long and you've only seen my face a handful of times, none of which when I eat." He paused and that look intensified, a hint of nervousness clear now. "But, I love the soup you made for me. I just show it differently."
He let me go and began eating more. So, I watched. Really watched. And I saw what he meant.
The disgusted look was more of deep concentration, a light smile attempted to turn up lips that were also trying to frown as he focused. His stare met mine and I could see the happiness reflected in them. Huh... I guess the shadow warrior in front of me is more complex then I thought.
Suddenly, his face twisted and I knew this was the face Sheik made when he didn't like what he was eating.
The spoon was set down, the napkin picked up. A moment later, a mushroom was spat into the cloth. Sheik swore quietly in his native tongue, though he never told me what it actually meant, and glared at the spongy substance.
"Disgusting." He glared at me when I couldn't hold in a laugh. "I hate mushrooms."
Containing my laughter, I reached across the table to ruffle silky hair. "Noted, dear."
Maybe not as complex as he wants to be.