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#ACTUALLY PRETTY HAPPY W THIS ONE. ITS ABT THE PININGGGGGG
junietuesday · 7 months
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from the same wip as this snippet of mine, some sentimental revalink pining:
Link stared out at the horizon, acutely aware of Revali reclining on the stone wall next to him. When the wind blew just right, the primary feathers on Revali’s wing brushed slightly against his wrist. Link sat stiff; as long as neither of them acknowledged it, they could bask in this a little longer.
So of course, Revali had to break the silence. He never quite could sit with silence. “Link,” he started, an edge of…something tentative creeping in on his voice—
Link pulled his hand away. Lifted it up to brush a lock of hair behind his ear, trying to ignore the way his heart pounded. “It’s late,” he managed, and stood. Revali was watching him, a wide-eyed, cracked-open look on his face that made Link want to throw himself back down at Revali’s knees.
But he couldn’t. Whatever this was (Link knew what it was, what he wanted it to be), it couldn’t happen. Link had a role to play. A destiny to fulfill, a world to save, an existence laid out for him by the goddesses that didn’t include…any distractions.
Link swallowed. Revali was still looking at him, eyes locked on Link’s face in a way that almost seemed desperate. But all Link could force out was, “They’ll be serving dinner.”
At that, Revali huffed. A little of his usual sharp affect returned to his expression. “How just like you, to be preoccupied with dinner.” Yet the halting quality to his voice remained. Link felt guilty; but it wasn’t as if he had any other options. “Do you ever think about anything but food?”
Link was struck by the urge to laugh. If only Revali knew the half of it…
“Sometimes,” was all Link said, and watched the way the sunset seemed to set Revali’s dark feathers alight.
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