I came across a weeping willow and went underneath it's branches. It was big under it and I decided this is where we would eat. I ran over to Dark and grabbed the basket, running away from him and under the tree. I was much faster and he had no clue where I went. I set the basket down and waited.
Dark walked closer and I grabbed him from behind, pulling him into the tree's branches. I couldn't help but giggle. This was fun. He spun around pulled me by the waist into him. Soon I felt the familiar warmth on my lips.
"If I had wanted, I could have killed you." This brought on a fit of giggles from me.
"I wouldn't have stopped you, my cute, little assassin." He pulled away and went to the basket. Pulling out a few things before stopping. "Close your eyes and don't open them till I say."
I did just that. I heard him shuffling around. I stayed quiet and didn't open my eyes. I felt a hand on my waist and one over my eyes. Dark guided me to the blanket and I sat down feeling the soft fabric under my hands. Dark removed his hands from me and I waited.
"Ok. You can open your eyes." I opened my eyes and what lay before me was such a innocent way of displaying affection. A candle was in the middle of the blanket and it gave everything, including Dark and probably myself, a warm embrace of light. The food was set out in various places. I noticed my favorites, prepared by Dark of course. There were two plates, each had a set of utensils. Wine glasses were beside the plates along with regular cups to drink something besides wine in. Dark himself was grinning from ear-to-ear. I was so happy.
I didn't wait to eat. He had made some kind of chicken dish, I wasn't quite sure what the name was, but he made it often enough that I knew it was good. Dark poured some wine for me and I thought about how we weren't old enough, but I didn't care. I sipped it a little. The tart taste took control over any other flavor and I loved it. I heard Dark laughing. It was genuine and warm. I found myself curling up beside him on the blanket. He leaned down and kissed my cheek.
"Dark, I love you. You know that, right." He chuckled a little, I guess I took him by surprise. I could feel how nervous he was, but was unsure as to why. Dark was never nervous, well there was that one time when he asked me out.
"Sheik." I heard the seriousness in his voice and sat up along with him. He held my head with one hand and brought the other around behind him. I was curious, but when I tried to look, he wouldn't let me. He motioned for me to close my eyes and I did so. He shifted behind me and I felt something cold on my chest.
"You can open your eyes." My hand reached up to the necklace and my eyes opened. I looked down and saw a beautiful necklace. Two threads of silver enveloped a crimson stone. It took me a moment to tell what it was. A red garnet, Almandine. It was beautiful.
"Oh Dark. It's lovely." I looked up at him to see a blush.
"You know what that type of garnet means, right?" I thought about it. Did I know what it meant? If I didn't know would he tell me.
"No. What does it mean?" His blush got as deep as the stone in the necklace.
"It means passion and love, physical strength and protection." I was so happy. Dark was telling me that he would love and protect me through this necklace. Just as I was going to kiss him, his phone went off. Dark cursed and got his phone out.
"It's Link." He answered the phone.
"Link, what do you need? I told you I would be with Sheik today." I guess Link was talking because Dark stopped.
"Ok. I will be there soon, but not until I finish what I was in the middle of doing." Dark gave me a look of undeterred love and a flirty smile. He mumbled something to his brother and stuffed the phone in his pocket.
"Is something wrong?" He sighed.
"No. Yes." Another sigh. "Link doesn't know how to cook. You don't mind do you?" His eyes were pleading, so I did the only thing I could think of, I kissed him.
"I don't mind at all. Can I come over?" He had a look of surprise and I laughed.
"Yeah. That would be fine, our grandma won't mind, but be prepared for Aryll, our little sister. She likes to ask question and she is NOT innocent, so don't try to treat her that way." He gave me a mischievous grin. "Unless you want her to talk to you about the "birds and the bees" and how babies are made, cause she will." He laughed and I figured it would be because of the face I was making. That idea was strange.