Warriors angst fic: Just a Dream.
“Darling…”
Smooth fingers swept through his tangled morning hair as rain pounded roughly against the windows. The sun was held prisoner by the indignation of dark, ominous clouds. Anything that was usually light or warm seemed to be imprisoned, suppressed somehow.
Continuously, the caressing touch started to change course into some sort of strange mannerism. The mysterious fingers, pointed and sleek, trailed from the course of his hair to the outline of his jaw bone. It was as if ice was sliding through his skin, Link’s eyes flashed open in shock, the sleep starting to wear off.
It was odd. From the beginning he could sense a cold and unsettling presence—yet when he shifted his head towards her, the presence was none other than the Princess herself.
“It’s time to get up sleepyhead,” her voice cooed, a sharp bite at the edge of her tone.
Link stared, unable to blink, unable to speak. He just lied there helplessly, as Zelda started to brush locks of blonde away from his eyes. She gave him an unfamiliar smile, as she moved closer to him.
But that was a mistake.
Because that’s when Link realized.
Those eyes did not belong to Zelda.
No, those sharp, spiteful eyes, giving off a malicious purple glow, was none other than the evil sorceress that craved every bit of his love and heroic soul: Cia.
Before he had time to react, dark ivy vines coiled around his body, dragging him off the bed and crashing him against the wall with mad constraint. The room started shaking, all that hung on the walls shattered into million glass shards. Everything was swirling, a crash of evil disarray.
Zelda had suddenly melted away, revealing a fully formed Cia. She stepped off the bed gracefully, frolicking her way towards him. She hummed a triumphant snicker as she held his face in the palms of her hands to which he felt completely repulsed.
No matter how hard he tried, Link couldn’t bring himself to scream. It was as if a claw inside him was holding his voice against his will, but when she leaned close enough to his face, he grunted a threat only she could hear.
“If you hurt the Princess in any way— I swear I will decapitate you sorceress. I don’t care if you are Lana’s other half.”
“Hmmm, it’s always about her isn’t it?” She scowled, floating around the room. “Heed my word hero: You might have gotten rid of me, but I will always live in your subconsciousness. I’ll be waiting for the day your heart finally weakens from unrequited love.”
Finally, Link snapped, the vines that twisted around him broke off. He pounced forward, unsheathing the dagger he always kept hidden within him.
At the very second where the point of his dagger met a close distance between her eyes, she smiled coyly, a final goodbye, before she vanished in a puff of smoke.
Everything stopped spinning. The dark clouds receded. All prisoners were freed.
All except the hero, whose eyes dilated with anger, falling to his knees as he clenched his shirt in a tight fist. The dagger slid from his grasp, clattering to the ground.
He let out a scream that would have shaken all the lands of Hyrule.
It wasn’t a scream of anger, or sadness, or frustration.
It was pure fear.
Someone save me please…
~***~
“Link…?”
Fingers grazed softly against his skin, caressing his cheek. This time, the touch was pleasantly different. Kind and nurturing—but that didn’t soothe Link enough to calm his mental duress. His eyes broadened with madness, heart hitting stressfully against his chest.
Almost immediately, he sprung upright, the sheets falling to the floor with force. An alarmed Zelda gasped as he took a hold of her, his strong grip tightening around her slim wrists.
They faced each other, sitting upright on their knees, in the middle of the bed, pillows scattered, sheets crumpled to the floor. The early sun hit behind him, glazing his messy dark blonde into bright golden locks.
“Link…” was all she was able to voice. He narrowed his eyes at her, discerning every inch of her face and demeanor that she wavered.
Zelda sat completely still. She wasn’t afraid of Link, rather she feared the darkness that haunted him. Her worried eyes met with his fierce ones, ignited with burning flames of mixed emotions. He was unsure what was real or not anymore. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt Zelda, but nothing seemed to be veritable anymore.
Searching his eyes for answers, Zelda couldn’t move out of his strong hold as she barely gave her arm a twist, he grunted in response. It hurt more when she held his gaze long enough to feel him slightly shake in apprehension. It was as if she was looking at a reminance of his child self, left alone to cower and fend for himself, always. Zelda longed to wrap her arms around, and protect him with everything she had.
“Link,” she whispered as she tried to keep her voice steady, but it wouldn’t hold for long, “it’s me, Zelda.”
“Prove it.”
A tense pause struck between them. A few moments of unspoken silence, and both of them felt like screaming, but nothing came out. Unexpectedly, Zelda crumpled down, still in Link’s clutch, as she softly started to sob.
Pain coursed through his chest as he watched the princess shaking in a mess of tears. Slowly, but surely, he loosened his grip around her wrists and slid his hands onto hers, to which she immediately came to look at him. The fire in his eyes had simmered down, but his guard was still up.
Regardless, Zelda didn’t hesitate to intertwine her fingers with his. She looked down at their hands as she held onto him tightly, as if she were protecting him.
“I’m sorry,” she choked, “I’m so sorry Link.”
His eyes widened, his mind bursting with voices of guilt and penance.
He made a mistake.
“Zelda—”
“No one should have to suffer like this.” She continued, “this…this isn’t your fault Link. I wish peace would be on your side even after everything was resolved but…no, life just isn’t fair, is it?”
She spoke with such pure bliss, it was enough to convince Link that this was indeed his Zelda.
He carefully pulled her into his arms, letting her bury her tear-stained face into his chest as she slowly recuperated. Her arms wrapped around his neck, feeling very protective at the moment. He buried his face onto her neck, breathing her in. She murmured something to which he couldn’t hear, simply nodding in response and silently running a hand through her silk, blonde hair.
Seconds, to minutes, to half an hour passed by. Link found himself leaning against the headboard with Zelda still in his arms, unsure if she fell asleep or not. He played around with her hair, twisting the locks through his fingers. He couldn’t help but replay both his dream and his actions at the same time, unsure which occurrence was worse.
The sun was completely out now, Impa would surely arrive any minute.
Link sighed, debating whether or not he should leave before she got here. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead as he softly whispered, “I’m sorry,” in her ear.
To his surprise, she quickly sat up and gave him a light peck to his lips, giving him her full attention.
“It was a bad dream…that’s all.” He reassured her sheepishly, a weak smile crept the corners of his mouth. Zelda looked troubled, she knew him too well to know he was masking once again. She bent over to pick up the sheets off the floor, blanketing her shoulders and his lower torso.
“She came back, didn’t she?”
He flinched, but didn’t hesitate to answer her. Instead, he cupped her face in his hands, gently caressing her cheekbones, as he always did when he felt unsettled about something.
“Yes. She did. I know Cia turned to the light a long time ago, it’s just…” his voice trailed off for a moment lost in thought, but Zelda reeled him back in with a gentle tap on his shoulder.
“It’s not your fault,” she promised. Her eyes shined in the prettiest light blue, a residual glint of tears remained. Princess or not, Zelda was beautiful. Link couldn’t care less where she came from, he loved Zelda for her—not her title, not the triforce. Just Zelda.
“I just want you to be safe,” was all he replied to which she responded with a kiss to the palm of his hand, as if she meant the same for him.
“Come on, we should probably start the day.” Link fixed his slouched position to settle himself forward, but Zelda pulled him back down.
“Let’s take the day off.” She smirked. Link stared, unsure of what to say. His expression was simply blank, Zelda was tempted to laugh at it.
“But my duties—
“Are dismissed.”
“But your duties—
“Are on hold.”
“But Impa—?”
“Can take a break as well.”
“Zelda!” He sniggered, rubbing his temples in disbelief, or rather amusement. The Queen snickered as she watched her Captain rethink his entire schedule in dazedness.
She pulled him close to her, settling back in bed, to which he accepted, allowing himself to be cradled in her arms this time.
“Rest. Queen’s orders.” She mumbled.
“Yes, my Queen.”
@silvercaptain24
U asked for angst lol.
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