They only shared their proximity in silence, in luminous-stone light, amidst rippling waters and the sounds of their harmonious breaths.
If this were any other night, these touches would come to a predictable and enjoyable end. But not tonight. Tonight at least, the silver string had transmuted these touches into sensations heavy as dragon scales, laden with vows before Hylia, judgment from Naydra, joy from their parents. Filled with hopes and promises to each other.
And so he could hold her in silence, and love her in silence.
…If the worst came to pass, he told himself as he watched her, if Calamity or worse tore them apart, he’d never forget. Not this sensation of words coiled in his locked throat, not the splashes of crimson as her bare feet tickled the water with streams of foam.
Not this love.
*Cries in Spanglish*
Soooo, I got a commission. Thank you so much @desiperc!! The text is part of his fic Widower. A really good, but very sad read.
SUCH A BEAUTIFUL PIECE, THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH.
Words cannot express how amazing it was to have an incredible artist make something so beautiful out of my most-loved words. This is astonishing, moving, and so many other words. It’s beautiful.
Thank *you!*
