we never had a chance - Zelda x Impa
@tropevarietyhour Picture Perfect Day 5: Longing @may-lancholy Day 20: Magic with a Cost @fandombingo (The Blooming Hours): Cutting Your Own Red String So They Can Be With Someone Else
The moment she traced where her red string ends, Impa knew it was never meant to be.
Passionate green eyes and pale skin, glowing hair and plump lips; fierceness and stubbornness wrapped into endless passion and a thirst for knowledge, the princess is impossible not to love.
But there’s a reason Impa has been chosen to be the next upcoming Sheikah chief. She knows the legends like the back of her hand, has been taught and tested on the diminishing history of divine cruelty and the entwined partnership between every Zelda and her hero.
She steps into the shadows as requested and observes history take shape.
She watches as the princess’s hatred for the hero shifts to something warmer, something fonder. She watches as the hero’s eyes linger, rigid body language softening. She watches as the growing pressure builds on their shoulders, silencing one while the other refuses to crumble despite how desperate eyes mist in frustration. She watches as these expectations draw them closer, bordering on a friendship that she must turn away from before jealousy takes root.
Impa does not know if Zelda loves Link. She does not want to know if she will learn to.
She tries not to wonder if Zelda dreams of the smell of leather and the touch of callused hands, instead of the smell of ink and plum-stained lips. When thinking of the future, if it’s Link, a clueless country boy, by her side, and not Impa, her faithful advisor, who has guided Zelda since her arrival in the castle.
Raising a pair of enchanted shears, gifted by Cotera, who looked at her with pity, Impa dares not think of possible what-ifs and delusional wishes. The princess is someone she can look at, but never hold. Impa will remain loyal, but as long as the prophecy of great evil hangs over their heads, she will not dare to dream.
She will not be another burden to Zelda, another worry on her head.
The string cuts with burning resistance, dissolving into particles before blowing into the air.
