[In a way, it speaks to Mipha all over again, doesn't it? By the time she had finally been able to say don't you dare read my diary!...he had already done so. Even knowing it's an invasion of privacy... Curiosity has always been as much a vice as an asset to him, it's just-- he's never had to face up to that. Until now.
Zelda's abrupt change in tone makes him wonder, however, if he wasn't just misunderstanding something. If you had been the one to disappear...
Perhaps he's-- somewhat grateful to hear her say that.
She squeezes his hands, and all is, for a moment, forgotten. As soon as her grip loosens, he moves, taking her hands in his, holding them to his heart. If the gesture is too bold, he's clearly not thinking about it just now.]
Thank you. [He may not say much, but his tone speaks to gratitude.
... All the same, he does decide not to bring up the hair tie. For the moment, at least.]
and they mutually decided to never speak of the hair tie
[ Zelda somehow hadn't fully realized that she had grabbed Link's hands until he rotates his hands to take hers and presses them against his heart.
Oh. Oh.
Oh she is in so deep...
A blush of self consciousness rises to Zelda's cheeks at the intimacy of the gesture, but she doesn't pull her hands away. Her visage softens, her myriad emotions quieting, and the corners of her lips turn upright in a little smile that she isn't even aware that she's making. Goddess, how does just this little touch effect her so strongly?
She hears Link's 'thanks' and acknowledges him with a quiet nod of the head. A few silent moments slip by, completely unnoticed, as she simply takes in the sight of him. ]
[ A few moments is all they get before her mind turns on again and Zelda realizes the position they're in. Cheeks reddening further, she clears her throat awkwardly and slips her hands out of his. ] Ex-excuse me.
[ Immediately, Zelda flinches at her own words. What a stupid thing to say. ]
A-Anyway! Do you like it? If not, I can take it back and have it adjusted until it suits you. I realize now that perhaps you might prefer something different from the Champion's tunic you've worn so long.
[His breath catches in his throat, and yet, his hands remain on hers for perhaps a moment too long; longer than they should, at any rate, but he...he can't seem to pull away. Not with that smile tugging at her expression, the softness in her eyes. Not when she feels so warm. Link could remain here for ages like that, and somewhere in the back of his mind, that thought feels frightening, like he's falling, but without his paraglider to grab onto.
It's only when her hands slip away that he realizes his face has flushed so intensely, all the way to his ears, and he awkwardly clasps his hands behind him.
"In so deep." She is not the only one who feels that way.
His eyes return to the tunic, packaged so carefully on the table, and he doesn't respond for a moment, but-- there is a fondness in his expression.]
No, [he says at first, lost in his own thoughts, and then his head jerks sharply in her direction.] --That is. I do. I love it. [Ahem.
He might have left it at that, but he's not entirely certain she understands just how much it means to him. How much it had hurt, not being able to retrieve it at home. He...he thought he might never see it again, this piece of clothing. It seems so foolish, but it does mean quite a lot to him.] It's perfect. I wouldn't want anything else.
[ Zelda feels herself swell with joy at Link's words and clasps her hands together against her chest, beaming at him. He really likes it! ]
Really? Oh, I'm so glad! I've had it in mind for quite some time now. At first, I thought to simply sew you a new one, but we were always so busy with the restoration that I couldn't find the time to spare for it. Especially because I wanted it to be a surprise, which meant I would only be able to work on it when we were at home in Hateno and only when I was certain you would not accidentally interrupt me while I was working on it.
So I thought, "Oh, I will commission Cece! It will be the perfect thing to help her out of her creative slump." And it certainly did the trick, because she had all sorts of unique- [ read: wild ] -iterations on the original design. We went back and forth for quite some time before I finally realized I actually didn't want to change the design at all. Cece even suggested a different color and I immediately nixed the idea. I am so fond of the Champions' garb, you know.
[ Oh, is she babbling? Zelda's story stumbles to a rather abrupt ending. Link probably didn't need all of this background information about his gift. But her words are proof of just how much she has thought about this gift, how special it is to her. She's happy to know that he feels the same. ]
She's babbling, and Link takes it all in anyway, absorbing every word; listening, really listening, as she goes through the whole story, as if he really can't think of anywhere else he'd rather be or anything he'd rather be listening to. Perhaps he can't. He is quite fond of her, after all.
He's terribly fond of the Champion's tunic, too, which is usually less evident but no less true. Like the Master Sword, it carried him through so much -- a companion, one lost to time, or so he thought. Being reunited with it, even here...it's more special than he will put into words. More special than he could put into words, perhaps. There is a faint hint of smile in his expression, though -- soft, subtle, but no less there.
... All at once, he stops, pulls his hand back, looks to the stairs.]
I'll be right back.
[He's been making (you know, his version of) doe eyes at this present without retrieving hers for long enough that it just feels rude. She'll hear him take the stairs by twos and then shuffling around in his room.]
[ Link's version of doe eyes does not go unnoticed by Zelda, even amidst her rambles, and the sight makes her stomach fill with butterflies. She loves that look. Especially when it's directed at her. She can get lost in it.
So it feels abrupt when he suddenly retracts his hand and announces that he'll be right back. ]
Hmm? Why--?
[ And he's already gone, leaving Zelda staring blankly at the space he just vacated.
Because it hasn't occured to her that he might have a Goddess Day present for her too.
So she goes back to the stove (oh shoot, breakfast got a little burnt while she wasn't paying attention) while she waits for him to return, listening with amusement to the thumping and shuffling noises above her. ]
[It is possible, perhaps, that he had not yet wrapped her gift before charging up the stairs.
It is possible, as well, that he had been keeping this gift for some time, tucked away under his bed. It does seem somewhat dusty.
What is nonetheless true is that he comes downstairs with a package, one that looks hastily-wrapped (and indeed there is a piece of loose tape stuck to his sleeve, which he quickly retrieves and shoves into a pocket) but still well cared for. He hands it to her.
Inside, she will find a wooden box emblazoned with a woodburned Sundelion. Inside the box is a set of gardening tools: sharp shears for propagation, a shovel for replanting, cloths for wiping leaves, an elegant spray mister, and a watering can -- each with a similar Sundelion in their wooden handles.
Four years have changed many things, but...her care to the plants that have survived their various absences has not gone unnoticed.]
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Zelda's abrupt change in tone makes him wonder, however, if he wasn't just misunderstanding something. If you had been the one to disappear...
Perhaps he's-- somewhat grateful to hear her say that.
She squeezes his hands, and all is, for a moment, forgotten. As soon as her grip loosens, he moves, taking her hands in his, holding them to his heart. If the gesture is too bold, he's clearly not thinking about it just now.]
Thank you. [He may not say much, but his tone speaks to gratitude.
... All the same, he does decide not to bring up the hair tie. For the moment, at least.]
and they mutually decided to never speak of the hair tie
Oh. Oh.
Oh she is in so deep...A blush of self consciousness rises to Zelda's cheeks at the intimacy of the gesture, but she doesn't pull her hands away. Her visage softens, her myriad emotions quieting, and the corners of her lips turn upright in a little smile that she isn't even aware that she's making. Goddess, how does just this little touch effect her so strongly?
She hears Link's 'thanks' and acknowledges him with a quiet nod of the head. A few silent moments slip by, completely unnoticed, as she simply takes in the sight of him. ]
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[ Immediately, Zelda flinches at her own words. What a stupid thing to say. ]
A-Anyway! Do you like it? If not, I can take it back and have it adjusted until it suits you. I realize now that perhaps you might prefer something different from the Champion's tunic you've worn so long.
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It's only when her hands slip away that he realizes his face has flushed so intensely, all the way to his ears, and he awkwardly clasps his hands behind him.
"In so deep." She is not the only one who feels that way.
His eyes return to the tunic, packaged so carefully on the table, and he doesn't respond for a moment, but-- there is a fondness in his expression.]
No, [he says at first, lost in his own thoughts, and then his head jerks sharply in her direction.] --That is. I do. I love it. [Ahem.
He might have left it at that, but he's not entirely certain she understands just how much it means to him. How much it had hurt, not being able to retrieve it at home. He...he thought he might never see it again, this piece of clothing. It seems so foolish, but it does mean quite a lot to him.] It's perfect. I wouldn't want anything else.
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Really? Oh, I'm so glad! I've had it in mind for quite some time now. At first, I thought to simply sew you a new one, but we were always so busy with the restoration that I couldn't find the time to spare for it. Especially because I wanted it to be a surprise, which meant I would only be able to work on it when we were at home in Hateno and only when I was certain you would not accidentally interrupt me while I was working on it.
So I thought, "Oh, I will commission Cece! It will be the perfect thing to help her out of her creative slump." And it certainly did the trick, because she had all sorts of unique- [ read: wild ] -iterations on the original design. We went back and forth for quite some time before I finally realized I actually didn't want to change the design at all. Cece even suggested a different color and I immediately nixed the idea. I am so fond of the Champions' garb, you know.
[ Oh, is she babbling? Zelda's story stumbles to a rather abrupt ending. Link probably didn't need all of this background information about his gift. But her words are proof of just how much she has thought about this gift, how special it is to her. She's happy to know that he feels the same. ]
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She's babbling.
She's babbling, and Link takes it all in anyway, absorbing every word; listening, really listening, as she goes through the whole story, as if he really can't think of anywhere else he'd rather be or anything he'd rather be listening to. Perhaps he can't. He is quite fond of her, after all.
He's terribly fond of the Champion's tunic, too, which is usually less evident but no less true. Like the Master Sword, it carried him through so much -- a companion, one lost to time, or so he thought. Being reunited with it, even here...it's more special than he will put into words. More special than he could put into words, perhaps. There is a faint hint of smile in his expression, though -- soft, subtle, but no less there.
... All at once, he stops, pulls his hand back, looks to the stairs.]
I'll be right back.
[He's been making (you know, his version of) doe eyes at this present without retrieving hers for long enough that it just feels rude. She'll hear him take the stairs by twos and then shuffling around in his room.]
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So it feels abrupt when he suddenly retracts his hand and announces that he'll be right back. ]
Hmm? Why--?
[ And he's already gone, leaving Zelda staring blankly at the space he just vacated.
Because it hasn't occured to her that he might have a Goddess Day present for her too.
So she goes back to the stove (oh shoot, breakfast got a little burnt while she wasn't paying attention) while she waits for him to return, listening with amusement to the thumping and shuffling noises above her. ]
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It is possible, as well, that he had been keeping this gift for some time, tucked away under his bed. It does seem somewhat dusty.
What is nonetheless true is that he comes downstairs with a package, one that looks hastily-wrapped (and indeed there is a piece of loose tape stuck to his sleeve, which he quickly retrieves and shoves into a pocket) but still well cared for. He hands it to her.
Inside, she will find a wooden box emblazoned with a woodburned Sundelion. Inside the box is a set of gardening tools: sharp shears for propagation, a shovel for replanting, cloths for wiping leaves, an elegant spray mister, and a watering can -- each with a similar Sundelion in their wooden handles.
Four years have changed many things, but...her care to the plants that have survived their various absences has not gone unnoticed.]