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The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Legacy	By : Gamesplayers Category: Zelda > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Legacy
- 2-I
- 3-II
- 4-III
- 5-IV
- 6-V
- 7-VI
- 8-VII
- 9-VIII
- 10-IX
- 5
- 6
- 7
V
Sighing for the hundredth time, Gregory gave up trying to make his necktie look nice. He couldn't concentrate on this, not right now. His fingers were clumsy and his mind was elsewhere, totally.
What had he gotten himself into?
When it had happened, that other night, when Midna had left he had wondered, he had panicked, but the feeling of her touch was still lingering, still blinding him. Now, days later, all he could think about was how deep he was buried in thick, thick troubles.
He was glad that Nicolas had walked by and brought him back to reality, for he didn't have to deal with the guilt of bedding her, alas.
Yet, he had to deal with the guilt of the pleasure he had felt. For even if the knight spent hours telling himself how wrong it had been to act this way, his body had a very, very different opinion.
And he would be seeing her tonight at the ball.
What had he started?
What had he done?

The night was riding in. It was warm and comfortable. The sky seemed made out of royal blue velvet and the moon, full, round and big, shone brightly. It was a perfect evening, like every single evening had ever been at Hyrule's Ball. It never rained on that night. It was never too hot or too cold. It was perfect.
In the large ballroom where the crowd was starting to thicken, Midna stood by her twin brother's side. She stared at the people, looking for a specific man. She was smiling to herself for she had been incredibly impatient to finally reach this ball. The brunette looked up to her brother, smiling. "Any interesting girl?"
He didn't hear her and was staring out the window.
"Kar?"
He jumped lightly. "Huh?"
"I was asking if you've spotted some nice girl out there yet." Resting her fists on her hips, Midna looked out the wide glass doors. There was no one on the balcony, which lay beyond the doors.
He shook his head. "No, I haven't been looking enough yet. Give me the evening, alas!"
She inspected his face. Though he was smiling and seemed just as handsome as always, the brightness in his forest eyes was dim. He looked somewhat tired. "Are you alright, Kar?"
He nodded. "Yeah... I've just had a rough night and little sleep." Her pale, pale eyes pierced through his. He felt as if she was reading his mind, -stealing his soul- and looked away.
"What's on your mind, brother? Is it what you heard the other day?"
He sighed very softly. "Yes. I've been thinking a lot. That is all." Kar smiled to his sister.
"Is this really all there is?"
He stared at her for a moment. Then he nodded and the brightness seemed to be lightly back into his green eyes. "Yes, Midna."
She nodded, feeling the sincerity in his words.

It was impossible not to spot Isca in a crowd. Smiling lightly, Zelda –who wore a velvety red dress- made her way up to her knight. She reached him, rested a soft hand on his arm. He turned around, his smile fading as he understood it was her and not someone else.
It hurt the blonde woman each time she saw him, now. He seemed so distant, while he had been so close not so long ago. "Good evening." She almost whispered.
"Good evening", he answered.
Beside him, Gregory looked at Zelda, then at his friend. The lieutenant decided to walk away and disappeared into the crowd.
"How are you doing?" She asked softly.
He stared down at her and seemed to wonder what to answer. "Fine."
"I take it you have enjoyed your free time, then." Zelda smiled, hoping he'd do the same.
But he didn't. "I have, thank you."
He was cold. Too cold. Yet, Zelda was not a woman to be afraid of a man, even as imposing as Isca. "I'm glad to hear you say so. I think you should come by the castle in the next week so we can discuss about your return."
He nodded. "I will."
She took a step back. "I will see you then." Zelda turned around and left, needing some space to breathe. She felt like she was choking around him, nowadays.
Isca turned the opposite direction, intending to talk to Gregory. Yet, the man was not there anymore. He looked around, tried to find his friend, but the silvery-blonde man seemed to have vanished into thin air.
The knight took a sip of his liquor before turning his attention to the crowd. He quickly found Tatl. She was discussing with Lord Michael and his wife and seemed to enjoy herself. Mathias seemed shy, not too far away, as he had attracted the attention of a rather pretty young girl with auburn hair. It pleased Isca to see his son with girls for sometimes he thought that the child was too spineless, too mannered...
Kar was alone, standing near the wide balcony glass doors. He was staring outside, a glass full of alcohol in his right hand. He seemed lost in thought.
Isca looked away.
He felt the side of his head burning and he knew that he was being stared at. He turned in that direction, already knowing who's eyes he'd meet. Kira was leaning against a white column on the side. She wore a velvety black dress, close to her body, which showed off her muscular shoulders nicely and hugged her hips in all the right ways. A sly smile on her lips, she stared at the knight, an empty glass into her hand.
Everything about that woman seemed to be sensual. Dangerous and sensual. The black velvet was perfect for her body, for her personality too. She looked like the panther that she was.
He stared at her as she let her eyes fall upon him. He knew what that look meant and he was not irritated by it. Somehow, he appreciated her attention.
Someone approached him from the other side. He turned to meet Gregory who looked somewhat weird. "Where were you?"
The blonde knight looked up sharply. "Nowhere."
"Yes, that I have seen." Isca chuckled. "Something happened? You look a little panicked."
Gregory seemed to freeze momentarily before he looked slightly away. "No. Nothing at all."
"You're being anxious without any reason?"
"Well... No. But it's nothing important, really. I've just been wondering if... I... Have let the candles lit... There's so much paperwork that could burn... In my office."
Isca blinked as he stared at his friend. Slowly a smile crept up his lips. "Greg?"
The blonde looked up and seemed almost afraid when he saw the amused, yet suspicious stare of Isca. "Y-yes?"
"You have servants."
Gregory stood still a moment. Would he not be so pale naturally, his skin would have turned white like snow. His mind raced to find something to say as it was apparent that Isca was now suspicious. He would find out right now and only Nayru knew what he'd do to him and-
Isca laughed.
Gregory blinked.
The tanned man rested a friendly hand on his shoulder. "You really should take vacations too, Greg. You're over-stressed." Said Isca, still chuckling.
The blonde man's mouth dropped open as he could not find anything to answer. Instead, he smiled sourly and looked away.

When Gregory had seen Zelda coming their way and addressing Isca, he had decided that he was best at the other side of the room completely. Since the silver-blonde man's glass was empty, he decided that he should get another one. The table on which the glasses waited was near the balcony doors.
Over there, Kar was staring at the night, seemingly lost in thoughts. Gregory neared him, offered the boy a glass of liquor.
"Oh, thank you." Said the young man.
Gregory smiled softly to him. "You look elsewhere."
Kar forced himself to chuckle. "Simply lost in thoughts."
"Haven't you found a young woman to put your thoughts into?"
The boy shook his head. "None have gained my attention yet, I'm afraid." He took a sip of his liquor and grimaced lightly. He was not used much to alcohol and wasn't much of a drunkard.
"But the moon has." Simply stated Gregoy, looking up at the sky.
A slim smile crept up Kar's lips. "She's faithful."
The knight chuckled in the back of his throat. "She is." He returned his attention to the crowd; saw that Isca was alone again. "I'll go back to your father. He gets lonely by himself."
Kar nodded and smiled to his uncle-like. "Thank you."
"for what?"
He shrugged. "Just for this short conversation."
The knight smiled to him. "It was my pleasure, young man."
He walked away, intending to get back to his friend. Instead of going through the crowd, he walked to the side of the room, where there were less people. He didn't pay much attention to the guests crossing his path.
Not until a hand closed around his wrist and pulled at him. Surprised, he turned... and met Midna's evil stare. He froze as he stared at her, as she pulled at him, and when he was close enough, she grabbed his shirt and dragged him behind the white columns, beyond a closed door.
Hands on his chest, she suddenly pushed him against a wall. Gregory had enough time to remark that they were in a small maintenance room filled with buckets, brooms and shelves. And also enough time to see that the door wasn't well closed, and that he could clearly stare at Isca's profile from where he was.
And a second later, her lips were on his, hungry.
He pushed her away softly, finally broke the kiss. "Midna, stop this!" He whispered to her.
She grabbed his necktie, pulled at it and chuckled naughtily. Her lips found his again.
He couldn't in his right mind enjoy this moment. Yet, he kissed her back, instinctively, for a few seconds before his logic came back. He pulled away, she got closer. He turned his head and looked into the small opening giving on the reception hall...
And met Isca's eyes.
Gregory felt like he was about to have a heart attack if his captain was not killing him before.
And then Isca looked away.
The lieutenant's heart started to beat again, just in time to start to feel Midna's hot tongue against his jaw and realize that she had put his hand on her breast.
He pushed her away softly and somewhat reluctantly, though he showed nothing of it in his movements. He grabbed her shoulders firmly, yet gently. "No." He simply said. "This isn't the time, nor the place, Midna."
She looked at him. Her childish eyes seemed to take a dim glow as she understood that he was being serious. Her pulpy lips discarded the smile that had played on her face. She glared at him, yet said nothing and waited. Gregory stared at her, tried to read her eyes.
"When will I see you again?"
He frowned, for she had whispered. "What did you say?"
She stared at him, her eyes cold and yet loving. "I…" She looked down, somewhat conscious of her childish behavior. "When will I see you again?"
Gregory stood still, examined her. After a short while, he sighed. "We shouldn't see each other at all." His voice was soft, not meant to hurt her.
She was quiet for a moment. "So you really don't want of me." She stated, her voice surprisingly steady. She pulled away from him, heading for the door.
"Midna, that's not what I meant." Gregory caught her wrist. "This is wrong. What we have done was wrong."
She looked up at him, eyes colder than ice. "It wasn't to me." She pulled her wrist free, roughly, and left the room, leaving the door open.
Gregory watched her leave, sighing.
He felt somewhat empty as he looked at her disappearing silhouette. Maybe she wouldn't find him again, after this little scene. Maybe she understood…
Yet, somewhere, he wished she'd come back to him.
She played on his mind, he knew him. He couldn't make the feeling of her skin disappear; he couldn't ignore her boldness and her recklessness, or her hungry lips on him. She was like a fresh breeze in his dusty, still life. She swept everything and put him into incredible situations. Dangerous situations.
And even though she made him risk everything each time she rested her hands on his chest, Midna also made him feel alive…
Being alive… Something he hadn't felt since his wife's death.

Midna stormed back into the reception hall. She felt sickened with sadness. She looked around, trying to find something, someone to talk to… Yes, she was going to find a confident. She needed it.
And no one would be better for this role than her twin brother.
She walked quickly towards the large balcony doors, heading for Kar. He would understand her, she knew.
Midna went in the crowd, even pushed some people away. She needed so badly her brother, needed to see his grinning face and player eyes. She needed him to understand her or reason her. She justneededKar.
And she reached the doors.
He was not there.
Midna stopped. She stood still a moment, staring at the empty spot where he was standing when she left him a few moments ago. She had been with Gregory not more than five minutes. Where could her mindless brother went?
She turned around, stared at the crowd. Kar was tall enough and blonde enough to be easily spotted. Yet, she saw no one in there that could have been her brother. Quickly, she spotted her father and Gregory. She looked away, feeling the pain coming back, and found her mother and Zelda on one side of the room. She saw Mathias, alone in the back, next to a white column as he drank a glass of liquor.
Again, Midna turned around, examined the large room and tried to find her twin brother. She clenched her fists. He never was there when she needed him! She growled, and then went on the balcony. Maybe he was outside.
Her heels echoed on the marble concrete of the very, very large balcony. There were a few couples outside, courting and making out. She walked up to the large, white fence. Before her, the Royal Gardens seemed to stretch endlessly. In the bushes, down there, a couple were down at it. They were about her age. She watched the young man as he moved into the girl who kept moaning like some injured kitten.
Disgusted, she glared down at them. They had no class whatsoever.
Yet, she thought that maybe her brother was also busy somewhere in these gardens with some girl. It would be just like him.
In fact, he probably was making another classless slut mew somewhere in there.
Midna sighed in irritation. She gathered her skirts and went back into the reception hall. She would clearly reprimand her twin when he'd come back.

Mathias toyed clumsily with the empty glass in his hands. He stared at nothing in particular. He merely stood there, clumsy in his clothes, clumsy in his skin, at the back of the room. A few girls had tried to get him to talk, even to court. But not only was he not interested, he was also unable to keep the pace of such a superficial conversation.
Now, he felt disdainful towards every girl who eyed him. He was clearly handsome, and he was well aware of it. Yet, he hated any female who'd lay her eyes on him. He did not know why. It was only like that.
He had spent most of his evening staring either at the void or at Kar. But now that Kar had gone through the balcony doors and didn't come back, the boy had nothing really interesting to look at.
Recently, his relationship with his older brother had taken a heavy drop. Mathias didn't seem to be able to be around the blonde without craving rough physical contact, so the brunette kept his distance. And ever since the training incident, Kar seemed to think that his younger sibling was weird like Hell. Yet, he hadn't said anything about and had even gotten onto Mathias' nerves a few times, but the young boy was too edgy to participate in his brother's games, now.
He sighed. Nowadays, all his thoughts were oriented towards twisted, sexual things, and it mostly included his older brother. He fantasized over imaginary scenarios of Kar walking on him, being brutal and molesting him. Then, he'd turn the table in his head and would be over the blonde, making him scream and growl either in pain and pleasure.
And now, he was starting to admit to himself that he was weird. He hadn't asked anyone if they also did fantasize over their older brothers, but he was pretty sure that it wasn't normal. And even less when being a boy himself.
Mathias felt like a failure. He felt that he was betraying people's expectations. His father's expectations. He would have given anything, in fact, to be able to court girls and enjoy their sweet perfume and giggles like any young man. But he didn't. He cared for no women but his mother and sister.
Then, he thought that it would probably change when he'd be older, when he'd find more mature woman who would hold long conversations with him, talk about books and politics. Women with class, thin and not too curvy. Mathias didn't like curves that much.
He sighed heavily, emptied his glass, and felt miserable when even the alcohol wouldn't wash away his feeling of failure.

Tatl crossed her arms under her breasts and she sighed in irritation. Almost every guesst were gone and yet, they couldn't find Kar. Everyone had said the same thing: he must have been into the gardens with some random girl. Even Isca ended up believing this.
Yet, she was not satisfied. It wasn't the first time, now, that he was running away without telling anyone and sincerely, it was getting on Tatl's nerves. Was it genetic to be this irresponsible?
She was glaring at the gardens, standing on the balcony, when a soft arm circled her waist. Tatl did not look up, she knew it was her husband.
"Maybe he's back at the mansion." Isca's voice was soft, yet worried. He was trying to comfort her, she knew. But it wouldn't ease the anxiety of a mother waiting for her child to reappear.
She did not answer.
"I'm sure he is." He said, he consoled.
Tatl sighed softly, then closed her eyes a moment. The headache this child was giving her reached surprising peaks of pain. She finally nodded. "I hope you're right..."
They got back inside, grim expressions on their faces. Mathias was sitting nearby, staring with wide eyes at nothing in particular. He seemed to be waiting for something that would not come.
Near her brother, Midna was standing, hands joined before her midsection, head down. To her right, Nicolas had put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. To her left, Gregory seemed annoyed and worried at the same time.
"We'll be heading back to the mansion." Announced Isca. "He might be there."
"Will you need me?" Asked Gregory.
Isca shook his head. "Not now, thanks. I'll get you if we must conduct searches."
The silver-blonde nodded. He turned to his son and nodded once. The boy lowered his eyes and whispered something to Midna.
She did not move.
Nicolas let go of her, seemingly disappointed to do so. He turned around and joined his father who was already leaving.
Midna stared at the older man's back as he walked away. Tears in her eyes, she wished he would hold her right now.
Isca rested a reassuring hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Let's go back, dear."
She nodded and followed as they headed for the mansion.

"No, we haven't seen him..."
Tatl froze as she looked up at Olwen and Sheik. They hadn't seen the boy. No one had.
She turned around, feeling her irritation becoming, very suddenly, panic. She ran up to Isca who was walking towards her. Crying, she let herself fall into his arms. "They haven't seen him! No one has!" She screamed. "Kar! Kar!"
Isca hugged his wife tightly. He felt her pain, held her close as she seemed so numb against him.
He understood her pain, closed his eyes as he held her, and rested his head against hers. He smelled her hair and felt horrible to see the woman he loved so destroyed…
For a while he stood there, holding her, waiting until she would find composure again. When she finally calmed down, he kissed the top of her head.
"Darling," he whispered as Tatl pulled away and wiped her eyes, "let's look around the mansion. Maybe he's there anyway and he's only been sneaky." He smiled softly, though he was very aware that what he said had no sense. He merely wanted to make her do something so she'd stop crying.
She stared up at him, an emotion he could not decode on her face. Tatl nodded, after a short moment. "I'll go check his bedroom..." She whispered.
Isca nodded.
She walked away, in the darkness, heading for the boy's lair.
Isca sighed heavily. He ran a hand in his messy hair. He felt strangely calm, even if he shouldn't. He looked down at the floor, at the walls around him and thought that this mansion would never be the same again.
And he stared down at his hands, felt powerless.
Turning around, he headed into a random room, well aware that they wouldn't find the boy.

Tatl reached Kar's bedroom. She opened the door without any ceremony and pointed her lantern towards his bed, hoping to find him there. But it was empty. The whole room was empty.
Feeling as if the world was falling around her, she reached the bed and sat on it. She put the lantern on his end table and looked around. His whole bedroom smelled like him.
A sad, painful smile crept up her lips as her eyes became watery. She took a breath in and brought her hands up to her face.
And she sobbed.
She sobbed for a long time, sitting on her son's bed, smelling his cologne everywhere.
She needed her child badly, wanted Kar to come back home, wanted to slap him then kiss him.
And Tatl waited; let her pain run by until she had no more tears to cry for the moment. She felt numb again and wiped her face.
On unsteady legs, she walked to Kar's desk. There was nothing on it. She opened the numerous drawers, finding nothing but meaningless books of study. She sat down at his chair, stared at the wall before her and wondered what could have happened to her son. She wished he was only being reckless and selfish and that he'd come back the next morning so she could punish him and yell at his brainless head.
But somehow, she knew it wouldn't be the case.
New tears stung her puffy, irritated eyes. She pushed them back.
Sighing, Tatl rested her elbows on the desk and then her forehead on her palms. She closed her eyes a moment, tried to calm down. Her head was spinning, she couldn't concentrate, couldn't calm down. Her child was gone.
Slowly, she lifted her heavy lids. She stared at the floor, at the things that lingered on it. At the waste basket that had a few crumpled sheets in it.
Tatl smiled softly. She wondered what he might have written on these. She leaned down, reached into the basket for the papers. The first sheet was nothing but a to-do list that he hadn't accomplished. The second was a note sheet about the different populations of Hyrule.
She folded them and took the last one. It was crumpled in a very small ball, as if Kar had tried to make it disappear. Tatl wondered what she'd find there. Softly, she displayed the paper on the desk, before her.
And she became white.
We know,
You've been looking around for information, we've seen you, and we were there. We know what you're looking for and we're willing to offer it.
But it comes with a price.
At the ball, when the moon will be at its highest point in the sky, come and join us by the fountain in the Gardens.
Do not make us wait.
She grabbed the letter and got up, knocking the chair to the ground while doing so. She started running in the halls, panic and terror filling her.
"Isca!" She screamed. "Isca!"
Downstairs, he heard her call his name. Her voice made his blood freeze and his hairs stand up as it held pure fear. She kept screaming, yelling his name with desperation, like a caged animal, wounded and about to be tortured.
And he knew she had understood too.
She found him quickly, hysterical, she gave him the letter. She screamed and talked non-stop, yet he did not hear her as he read.
And then, he stared at his wife.
"He's been at the Temple of Time, Isca!" He heard her now. "He's been asking around, saying that the sword was calling to him!"
He stared at her.
"And you let him go?" He hissed, the anger starting to rise into his voice.
Tatl suddenly calmed down. "He's been going on his own! He simply disappears and goes there, talks with Rauru and with other people!"
"You haven't told him to not look intothat?!" Isca asked, voice raising.
"I have! But he didn't listen!" She sounded so desperate. Yet, it did not really reach her husband.
He blinked a few times, re-read the letter. After a while, he shook his head and shrugged lightly, calming down. "I don't know, Tatl. It's not written exactly what is the information that got him into trouble. It could be that, it could be anything else."
"Could it be because he's Link's son?"
In years of marriage, it was the first time she dared to pronounce these words in front of him. It irritated Isca, yet, his pride was not what was at risk, right now. "That he has disappeared? It's possible. It depends on who has taken him away and why. It could be for money, as well. There is a criminal group that we've been hunting which kidnaps children to get ransom money."
"And they return the children...?" She asked, suddenly hopeful.
He stared at her. "... No."
She clapped her hands over her mouth.
"It doesn't mean they are behind this, Tatl. They usually take young children, not strong boys." She did not look comforted at all, and he shook his head again. "Look, I don't know. I need time to think. I'll get Greg and we'll go search the city. Kar mustn't be far..."
She nodded. "Yes... I hope..." Tatl whispered as she found a nearby chair to sit on. "Bring the Sheikahs with you. They see things that we cannot."
Isca didn't like the idea, but it was no time for arguments. He then nodded. "Yes..." He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "We'll find something, dear." He whispered.
Not looking at him, Tatl nodded.
Sighing, Isca left the room.

Midna watched the early morning rain fall through her window. A chilly breeze blew into her bedroom. Head on Mathias' shoulder, she closed her eyes and listened to his steady breathing as he slept. He had spent the night with her, in her room as they both couldn't fall asleep after realizing their brother was missing for real.
She hugged her younger brother and chuckled sadly as she thought of how big he already was for his age. He would be like their father in a few years, if not even more impressive.
But Kar, he would never look like their father. Kar, he would... Never...
She blinked the tears away, but they still managed to stream down her face and land on the boy's shirt.
She would have given anything for her twin to be back by her side. Already, she missed his grin and his stupid jokes. She missed the noises he made, the doors that banged and the people who screamed at him. She missed his chuckles and absurdity.
Midna had never loved him so much as now.
She laughed bitterly. It was true: you realize only the luck that you have when it's being torn from you. She had the luck of having an incredible twin brother. And now, he seemed to be gone.
All she wished for was that he still lived. And then she remembered how he had been attacked in the slums a few days earlier, and how he had mentioned that he had things on his mind and everything seemed clear to Midna: Kar had seen and heard things he never should have.
But so far, everyone had reached this conclusion. She was not being an incredible detective.
Downstairs, she knew that her mother had been waiting the entire night, crying. Her father was away, with Gregory, to find Kar. But Midna knew that they wouldn't find him.
She was his twin sister and shared a bond with him like no one else.
Kar would not come back. She was sure of it.
Mathias stirred. He was now awake. He had slept not more than two hours. Looking terribly tired, he asked, mumbled, if Kar was back. Midna did not have the heart to say no. Yet, the boy seemed to understand as he sighed heavily.
He turned on his side, hugged his sister tightly.
And Midna cried in his arms.

"I'm so sorry..." Whispered Gregory as he rested a friendly hand on Isca's shoulder.
They had been looking through the city for hours and hours. Hundreds of men had been sent to look for the boy. No clue had been found, nothing at all.
Kar had disappeared.
Isca shook his head and looked down. Yet, he said nothing. He felt nothing. What he might have felt, he kept it deep inside, hidden under the armour, under the skin and the muscles and the bones... He didn't thought he could really say it to anyone anyway. Not even Greg... Never.
Sighing, he massaged his closed eyes.
And behind his lids, images of Kar as a child came haunting him. As if living again the moment, he remembered so clearly the boy's joyful smile and big, green eyes as he had run towards him, arms wide open, calling him "Daddy". One of the last times he had done so.
Then, when Isca finally looked up at his men, at his lieutenant and friend, it was guilt that kept him from talking. A ball of pain deep into his stomach, into his throat, keeping him from giving any kind of orders.
Under Gregory's worried gaze, Isca turned around, wordless, as he left his militia and headed home, head down.
Guilty.

Melody woke up to the soft sound of waves crashing on the beach shore. She turned on her side, rolled into the sheets to cover her nude, cool skin. The wind blew softly through the window, pale curtains dancing lazily with the breeze.
She was alone, his side of the bed cold. Judging by the silence coming from the house, he was outside. She moaned softly and crawled to his side of the bed, grabbing his pillow and hugging it against her body. She pressed her face against it, smiling when finding his scent in the fabric.
The sun was already high in the sky, its rays filtered between the curtains when the wind blew, and landed right on her back. It would be a warm, sunny day.
She drowsed for a short while, going through scenarios into her mind, imagining what she wanted, shaping up scenes and thinking about what had to be done for the day. And after a while she finally opened her eyes and stared at the corridor through the open door of the bedroom.
Melody sat up and yawned, wrapped the light bed sheet around her body, tied it above her breasts, and exited the bedroom. Sometimes, she preferred being naked.
She walked up to the kitchen, stared out the window at the sea as she ran her hands through her wavy golden hair. She missed her father's ship on days like these; days when the water seemed so pale and welcoming... Yet, life in this village, beside him, was great. She was happy.
Melody looked up at the pale, blue sky, and at the high sun. It was about time to eat, he'd come back for food. He always came back for food. Smiling to herself, she gathered ingredients and started to prepare the meal.
She was not a romantic woman, never believed in the knight-in-shining-armor stories. Never believed in magic love and never dreamed of impossible, passionate romance. The few men she had known had been just as down-to-earth as her, and it had been okay like this. And after a cancelled wedding and a major heartbreak, Melody had, sincerely, given up on the idea of finding a man again. She was ready to spend her life with her father on his ship, travelling and fishing. It was a decent life with nice and joyful people.
And then somewhat of a fairytale had fallen upon her. He was not a knight in shining armor, neither was he especially tall, and he certainly wasn't romantic, but their story had been special nevertheless. He was a quiet man who lived alone with his wolf in a house on the beach. It had been enough to make her curious.
He was mysterious, often staring in the distance, thinking. His gaze would fill with nostalgia until he'd lower his eyes and sigh. He always did that.
She loved to spy on him, loved to examine what he did, find out the patterns of his actions. Melody knew his schedule, knew his manias and she could exactly tell what he was thinking, all depending on the look he gave her or the way he smiled.
But what she could never tell was what he was thinking about when he stared at the sea when he believed she could not see him.
He hadn't told her much about his past, said that there was nothing to say really. He was from Hyrule and had decided to leave at some point. He had an explanation for everything, and all he told was possible and plausible. Yet, she knew that he wasn't telling the whole story. Maybe that fog over his past was part of what attracted her to him.
Yet, whatever was drawing her to him, it had been enough to convince her to stay by his side. Well, seeing him risk his life while running into waves, in the middle of a rainstorm, at the beginning of the winter, to get her had helped, also. He was that kind of man; unable to take a decision until the very last second and even when the time was up, sometimes, he hadn't made up his mind. Then, it was too late and he started to move and risk everything.
He was just like that; illogical and emotive, for if he tried to take a logical decision without the advice of his guts, it would take an eternity and a half. Yet, he thought himself to be calm and reasonable. It made her smile.
She heard the door to the opposite side of the house open. She heard a light growl and claws scratching the wooden floor, and then felted steps coming towards her. Melody smiled, looked down at the wolf as he grabbed the sheets with his fangs. He pulled at her softly, whining lightly.
Laughing, Melody took a piece of raw fish and gave it to the wolf. It took it happily and walked away, leaving her alone.
She returned to her occupation, waiting and knowing perfectly well that he'd be there a moment later.
She smiled when she felt his hands on her hips before he circled her waist with his arms. He kissed her head before pulling her against him and hugged her.
He didn't say anything, merely smiled against her head. From the corner of her eyes, she saw his sandy hair.
He kissed her neck softly; she let him go on as she continued to chop the vegetables. His hands were back on her hips, caressed their way up to her breasts and once again, she let him feel her. Yet, when his left hand found the node of the sheet above her breast, she put her own, smaller hand on his.
"I'm busy, dear."
"It can wait..." He whispered into her ear.
She closed her eyes, shivered. "After. Let's eat first."
He caressed her breasts, his hands moving expectedly. She took a deep breath, feeling that she could give in to him; that she wanted to.
"You sure...?" He whispered again.
"Hm... After, Link. Let me... Finish."
He chuckled against her, bit her ear.
Melody took a step away. She stared at him from above her shoulder, then turned around to face him. He had that amused, naughty expression that she knew so well. She laughed softly, brought her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He did not resist and pushed his weight upon hers so she'd end up stuck between the counter and his hot body.
No, it was not a fairytale, she thought. It was better than that.
And just like that, the sheet fell to the ground.
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