PRETEND I SENT THIS FROM HALFLIIGHT. '“You need to snap out of it, it’s a flashback. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore, trust me!”'
Rescued/Escaped hostage starter sentences [x]
If only she could see herself as she was now.
Prideful divine ‘perfect’ Princess of the Goddesses favoured race, pieces cracked with others missing; eyes wide yet unseeing as trembling hands clutched desperately to her guardian. She heard his words, in the depths of her mind she knew who he was but she wasn’t there at the moment. No she was far from her Sheikah’s protective embrace, reality merging with memories to make his strong arms into shackles that had fear ripping frightened breath from her lungs.
She was torn, sheer panic had overtaken her system and she desired to flee- she was trapped however, the one she trusted most of all holding her close to prevent her from falling into harm as she struggled to find sanity once more. Truly she was far from sane at this time, gaze unfocused as she failed to realize what was reality and what was but a phantom of repressed memories. Whimpers tore from her throat, her very bones quivered from the cold penetrating them as nightmarish memories assaulted her mind.
Time was meaningless to the cracked Princess, so far from perfect yet still golden as the sun so long as she so masterfully shielded her broken pieces from the view of others. How was she to know how long she knelt upon the frigid stone floor near her bed, whimpers eventually fading into sobs of her loved ones name as she slowly crawled back into her skin.
Her senses began returning to her; she heard only the hitches in her own breathing, felt the rough stone beneath her collapsed body, tasted the bile build in her throat as her eyes squeezed shut to keep her room from spinning. There was a floral scent in the air, as was there the scent of salt (her tears, she bitterly realized as she shakily pushed herself up from the floor). No hint of blood; only messed blankets half pulled off the bed from when she had fallen from it.
Glazed eyes methodically searched her room, brows furrowing in confusion when it became apparent she was alone. She had heard him; heard him speak, heard him say her name…
Emotions rushed into Zelda, near knocking her over from the intensity behind them. Gasping she fell forwards once more, managing to withhold a scream only by biting hard into the flesh of her hand. Nobody was going to hurt her anymore, that was correct. She remembered now, thoughts startlingly clear as she replayed his final moments; he was always meant to give his life to save her own, that did not mean that was what she wanted.
“Sh-Sheik.” She was sobbing, tears heavy with sorrow and heart ache spilling onto the floor beneath her. How could she have forgotten? He had saved her, she was safe now the only monsters she need fear were the ones inside her own mind. He had died protecting her; had died to give her even just mere moments more of life. He had given everything to his arrogant undeserving Princess, even when existing only as a nonexistant figure in her moments of insanity he put her well being above anything else.
She was most important to him, he was most important to her; did he die not knowing how her heart ached with love? Did he die assuming she thought of him as someone expendable; did he die from monsters or was it heart break from not knowing if she even cared as he was slaughtered that ended his life? She would never know; he was dead and she would not dare call his spirit forth to question him- she was terrified to face him, preferring to feel cowardice instead of risking finding answer she did not want to hear.
“G-Goddesses please Sheik, I need you!”
He was dead and she had only her broken memories of him to keep her company; to sew her together when she fell apart at the seams. She needed him to live, she was weak while he was strong and she depended upon him to make her appear powerful, intimidating even. As she wept, energy gradually leaving her until exhaustion claimed her, an idle thought flickered through her mind- a thought that made her heart stop completely until she forced it away and refused to let it surface again.
‘Did he die to get away from me; was I so weak I broke him, was he ashamed of me? Sheik, why did you leave me?’
