[ The few gaps left are closed quickly enough between the two of them. There is no one around to dictate to them how to feel, what to do, to pull them apart, and Link feels as though she'll never let go. She doesn't need to. She is happier in her death, now, then she had been in her entire life. Her arms end up around Zelda's waist, holding her gently. Her touch is gentle, but not the kind of gentle that comes from expecting someone to be fragile; far from it. It's from fondness and love, it's tenderness and care.
I will never leave you again, my princess--no, my friend. My love. My everything.
You are my world.
And I will always be here for you. As a friend. As a lover. As a companion. As anything you will ever need.
All the things she's wanted to say but couldn't quite stutter out, having never been perfect with words. All of this. She understands Zelda. She understands the body language, the everything; this communication is something she knows too well. She isn't a knight or an unknown hero anymore, she isn't forgotten, she isn't uncared for, she isn't ancient history, right here, right now.
She is a woman who very much loved and missed the other. Every inch of Zelda was something she admired and longed for; she was so beautiful, so graceful, so amazing. She didn't see royalty. She saw this gorgeous, amazing, talented person. And she wanted her to see all the same what she did.
... Haha, the irony of the situation is thick--do ghosts even need to "come up for air"? Doubly so, as they're in an ocean? Who knows. Who cares, they'll stop when they're ready, and Goddesses be damned, they earned this. ]
so this can compete with my saddest/sweetest threads of all time list tbh
I will never leave you again, my princess--no, my friend. My love. My everything.
You are my world.
And I will always be here for you. As a friend. As a lover. As a companion. As anything you will ever need.
All the things she's wanted to say but couldn't quite stutter out, having never been perfect with words. All of this. She understands Zelda. She understands the body language, the everything; this communication is something she knows too well. She isn't a knight or an unknown hero anymore, she isn't forgotten, she isn't uncared for, she isn't ancient history, right here, right now.
She is a woman who very much loved and missed the other. Every inch of Zelda was something she admired and longed for; she was so beautiful, so graceful, so amazing. She didn't see royalty. She saw this gorgeous, amazing, talented person. And she wanted her to see all the same what she did.
... Haha, the irony of the situation is thick--do ghosts even need to "come up for air"? Doubly so, as they're in an ocean? Who knows. Who cares, they'll stop when they're ready, and Goddesses be damned, they earned this. ]