Pre T.A.A.H
Link loved the feeling of rain on his skin. It was thrilling in a way that greatly differed from any oncoming fight or an epic struggle. It was purer, almost more fulfilling, than anything else in his life. He would try to explain it if he could, but there was something about the simple nature of its being that made it impossible to describe in any human tongue. All he knew was that he adored it, and cherished it with a childlike love that knew no bounds.
"It makes sense." Siegfried said when Link eventually divulged the information to him. "Rain is everything the earth is, everything it once was, in liquid form. Of course you of all people would get those feelings when coming into contact with it. You can probably sense the intensity of what it is."
Link did not, at the time, tell Siegfried that there was another instance when he felt a set of strong feelings coursing through his veins. That there was another instance when his blood was stimulated, and he felt as though he could soar without the use of wings. He did not say that there was another time when the rain, even with its majestic existence and healing properties, was overshadowed by something so much more incredible.
Link never said anything, because he wasn't sure what Siegfried would say if he were to discover that he made Link feel so much more than the rain ever could.
Pre T.A.A.H
If you were to ask him what was so alluring about the German he traveled with, he would hardly be able to explain. There was just something about him. Something about the way he merely existed that made every moment with him something to smile about. If Link had to narrow it down, however, he would undoubtedly choose one key feature of the taller blonde. It was the one thing everyone seemed to notice upon first meeting the German knight.
His eyes. Siegfried had this amazing pair of eyes, unlike anything Link had ever seen before. When he first saw them, he thought they were blue. But as time went on, he realized they had a green sheen to them, a glow that would glimmer and come to life whenever the man was being mischievous or laughing wholeheartedly. And when Siegfried was smiling, really and truly smiling, those eyes would shine brighter than any sun, fire, or light that Link had ever seen.
The Hylian supposed he was like a moth eagerly flying towards the flame with the way he constantly surrendered to the beauty of those eyes. He could not help it. Every time they were aimed towards his, it was all but pointless to try and look away, to try and reject whatever request they had. So, in a sense he was walking right into what could have been his own demise.
But how could he not? How could he not do whatever the other wanted with nothing more than a smile? How could he possibly refuse when those intense blue green eyes were a fire so gentle, Link could hardly feel himself being engulfed in their flames? The simple answer? He couldn't.
Mistress: I needed some fluff today. My romantic muse just won't stay still.
Fang: The other muses aren't doing much of a better job.
Mistress: And inspiration is refusing to be seen. When I catch him I'm going to beat him with a bat.
Fang: (Hands bat) You might need this then.
Mistress: You know me too well. R&R. If I'm starting to lose any ability, I'd like to be caught here as opposed to the actual cannon story line.