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[couragereborn]

Prison Blues | [Link, Kafei]

It was difficult to keep track of time in the little cell when the only window was a tiny little square near the ceiling.  Even if it hadn't been too small for Link to squeeze through, it was lined with iron bars.  He couldn't even reach to pull himself up towards it, not with a broken arm and a bad ankle.

For the most part he was healing, but those two injuries persisted despite his many days spent doing naught but resting.  Link was mildly concerned that his arm wouldn't heal straight, but what did it matter if he was to be hung anyway?

He let the hours tick by, nestled into the corner of the cell, as far from the ominous iron door as he could possibly be.  Link dreamed of the window of his cell widening, a girl with fiery red hair possibly coming to visit him despite everything he'd put her through.

[couragereborn]

A Not-Date [Link, Malon]

Link drumming on the banister impatiently, waiting for Malon.  It had taken him maybe five minutes tops to finish dressing in the suit and mask he had selected for himself.  He had opted not to wear the mask just yet, at risk of limiting his vision too much to clearly make out the steps.

Twirling it about, he paced the hallway.  His nerves were in a perpetual restless state it seemed, and Link was only too aware of the cause.  Malon's dress had looked lovely enough in the shop, but the thought of her actually wearing it was... well, a bit too much to take.

Gingerly, he rapped on Malon's door.  "Hurry up, we might still have time to pick at the leftover refreshments," he commented dryly.