Panicked steps of the Hero forces its way across the brisk soil, not heeding to the chill in the air that attempts to hold him back. He doesn’t even notice his ragged breaths, frosted skin that ached all over. His eyes were set on a delicate figure instead, one doused in the freezing depths of water. She had left the comfort of their home the moment that midnight struck- when he had dropped his guard for only a blink of an eye.
It was baffling, really- how she manages to escape his watch each && every time, just like she had a hundred years back. He had even prepared himself for this day- the day of her birth. Once a celebration, now a day cursed by memories of the Calamity. It was no wonder that she needed her time alone- to make up for the hundred of years she couldn’t mourn for her loved ones, her fallen kingdom. He understood her well enough.
&& yet despite her efforts to flee- to grieve where none other can catch her, he always found his way back to her. For so long has he wanted to reach out for her- to call her name when she would curse herself from fruitless nights of prayers.
Now there was nothing to stop him, nothing to hold him back from entering the chilling waters- as he approaches the silent princess from behind. “… Zelda.” Soft spoken- his voice quiet so as not to startle her, he takes a hold of her slender palm. “Let’s go home.”
perhaps, you suspect, one hundred years ago you would’ve fought the lone knight if he were to dare touch you in any form, though . . . you knew that was misguided. that anger you had held --- & since then you’ve learnt to love the softness of his voice, & the compassion that followed after.
the compassion that was shown to you right now. the compassion you’ve learnt to rely on. with his palm gently taking yours, you rise up from where you previously sat --- legs wavering underneath you. you must’ve sat for too long in the same position in the cold --- you figure.
ah --- home. something you didn’t deserve. something you know shouldnt roll off of the other’s tongue so easily. their home was perfect --- except for missing faces & lost laughter. all that had fallen on your shoulders, of today, your birthday.
‘ right . . . ‘ is all you muster --- for once you will not be filling the silence.
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