[Oh, Link, you have always been such a sweetheart. But while Link holds her gently, fondly, tenderly, Zelda's embrace is fervent, fierce, and encompassing. She is (or, more accurately, was) a woman blessed with endless patience, but that doesn't mean she particularly enjoys waiting. And now that it's finally over and she can finally let go, every longing thought, every heartbreaking moment she's ever had rushes out all at once, obliterating the knowledge of anything other than Link, her herofriendloveworld.
When the initial intoxicating surge of emotion begins to recede, however, and she becomes a little more aware of things beyond Link's hair in her fingers, Link's arms at her waist, Link's lips on her own, she notices there's something just slightly off about how her arms are positioned. Flushed (only because she believes she should be, not because there's any blood to rush to her cheeks), she breaks the kiss, but only just. Half-lidded, barely focused eyes look down, and she scoffs.]
so that's my cue to ruin it right
When the initial intoxicating surge of emotion begins to recede, however, and she becomes a little more aware of things beyond Link's hair in her fingers, Link's arms at her waist, Link's lips on her own, she notices there's something just slightly off about how her arms are positioned. Flushed (only because she believes she should be, not because there's any blood to rush to her cheeks), she breaks the kiss, but only just. Half-lidded, barely focused eyes look down, and she scoffs.]
This armor is ridiculous.
[And it gets in the way of makeouts. :|]