Memories tugged at the back of Link’s mind when blue eyes met red, begging to be relived as they had time and time before. Flashes of green forest and blue spandex, yellow sand and red lava, a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach threatened to control his thoughts. Comfort beckoned to him in the form of his memories, reminiscing those red eyes.
He thought he’d never see those eyes again.
Link saw the familiar – and yet oh-so different – struggle to open the bottle of potion in their hand.
“Here, let me.” Link cautiously moved his hand toward the Sheikah, taking the small potion out of their hand. He took the cork out and placed it down beside him, staring at the red liquid. Had they met before?
Yes, we’ve met. You guided me and I loved you. And you weren’t real.
But of course you weren’t real.
There was no use getting mad at this Sheikah, one who didn’t even know of his existence. They had definitely been the one who Zelda took her inspiration from, but… they weren’t his Sheik.
“No, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Link.” He put the potion back in the bandaged hand, heart racing when their fingers brushed together. This isn’t your Sheik. “I’m from Hyrule. I’ve been travelling for a while, and just when I settled down here we were attacked. Sometimes I feel as if I’m cursed to live a life full of battle. The Goddesses won’t let me have one peaceful moment.”
He didn’t know why he was giving his life story, surely they didn’t care. The words just seemed to… tumble out of his mouth, without constraint. He shook his head and sat next to the Sheikah, sheathing his sword and laying it next to him.
“I do have to thank you and the others. I know things don’t look promising now, but if you hadn’t come, we surely would have been defeated.”
There was hesitance upon Sheik’s lips, vermillion hues focused intently upon the man in front of them. Not all was as it seemed and little would they be convinced otherwise. For how dark blues looked upon them— they spoke of hidden tales. There was certainly recognition ( and hesitance ) upon the Hylian’s expression but it was not their place to inquire.
They had been fortunate enough for Link’s skill with the blade— far too skilled for a man of his age it seemed. Had it not been for him, who knew what would come of their fate?
A shuddered breath out and then a firm nod.
❝ Hyrule? It’s not often I’ve seen travellers from Hyrule. I’ve always wanted to visit. ❞ A soft, breathless chuckle muffled by the thick cloth of their cowl before pulling it down. There seemed no mind to the reveal of soft yet chapped lips as they pressed cool glass to their mouth. BITTER was the potion upon their tongue as blond brows furrowed yet their expression immediately soothed.
❝ I would introduce myself but... ❞ A pointed glance toward the green clad traveller. ❝ It seems as if you already know of my name. Fortunate guess or perhaps more? ❞
There was no reason to thank them. No. Certainly not. Not when it had been Link’s quick reflexes and thinking that quite possibly saved their life. Now was no time to be rude or suspicious when they owed upon him a favour or their own life.
❝ And I shall return that thanks, Link. If it had not been for you, I would have certainly have fallen. ❞ Another gulp from the bottle before their eyes slid shut, letting the tension coiled in their body unwind. ❝ What drew you to Termina? ❞
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