Post T.A.A.H
Siegfried could sometimes hear a voice in his head. It was one he had heard many times before. It was the all too familiar dark chuckle of an evil spirit who wanted to corrupt him once more. The voice echoed throughout his subconscious. It mocked him, berated him, and warned him that this peace he was surrounding himself with was going to be short lived. He did not deserve to be happy, it reminded him, and any pleasures he received in life would be briskly taken away. His peace of mind, the place he had once called home, the love of his parents, and, eventually, the one who kept his heart beating.
He told Link about how the voice, how it haunted him from within his deep subconscious. He had not wanted to at first. Even though he was concerned, slightly scared even, there was no reason to mention any of that to Link. The elf would worry. He would wonder if he was the cause of his lovers pain. He might have even gone away.
Instead, Link responded by speaking of a dark wizard who would plague him in his sleep as he dreamt. He went on to say that the wizard was probably dead and long gone for the moment, but the figure cloaked in black always reminded the hero that he had been destroyed before. He would just come back once the other two triforce holders decided to die. The dark being in his dreams asked him not to miss him too much because, he told the hero, he would be back with a vengeance. Now he had something new to target. A German knight who had changed the Hylian's life in a way no one else had been able to. It scared Link, and unlike Siegfried, he was not afraid to admit it.
After the admission, Link promised that if Siegfried took care of Link's demon, then Link would take care of his.
Post T.A.A.H
Link hated having nightmares.
He hated seeing horrific images beyond imagination, hated hearing the sounds of torture all too clearly, hated waking up with a pounding heart in a cold sweat, and hated that damn sense of vulnerability. He despised that most of all.
It was pathetic being reduced to such states because of a figment of your own imagination, even more so when you could not convince yourself to calm down after the first five minutes of being woken up. Some hero he was. He could still be terrified by a bad dream. By something his own thought process had created in a fit of cruelty. Really, he was no better than a small child who still needed to run to their mother's bed in the middle of the night because of something 'scary' and 'bone chilling'.
A wind picked up in the room. A sudden chill forced him to furiously rub his arms in an attempt at regaining warmth. Meanwhile he tried to fool himself into thinking he was shaking because it was cold. It was a sorry, futile effort.
He sighed. He hated nightmares, and he hated what level they could drag him down to.
But then, a warm body was suddenly beside him. It held onto him tightly and chased away what had frightened him. With soft words and kisses, a gentleness no one was else was privileged to see, it calmed him until the hero forgot what it was he was afraid of.
Looking into the sky blue eyes of the one tending to him, Link decided that maybe nightmare's were not so bad after all.
Fang: You been having nightmares again?
MistressOfTime: Yeah, unfortunately. At times I could curse myself for having such a vivid imagination.
Fang: We really need to get you a Siegfried.
MistressOfTime: If only it were that simple. Please R&R.