Not exactly conjugal | Malon & Link
“I told you, you can’t see him.”
Formalities—if there had ever been any—were nonexistent now between Malon and the dungeon’s usual guard. The redhead thought bitterly that she would have to get his name with how often she’d been seeing him lately. She supposed they were acquaintances at this point at least. Arms crossed sourly, she drummed her fingers against them as she scowled at the taller man. “Yeah, ye said that.”
The man sighed in exasperation, leaning against the wall with a unabashed eye roll. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re bloody persistent?”
“Frequently,” the ranch hand replied shortly. “What’s it gonna take for ye to let me pass?”
He scoffed, eyeing her with a dry smirk, “I’m afraid I’m not as easily bought as your Gerudo sweetheart.”
Color rushed to Malon’s cheeks and she resisted the urge to clap him, that wouldn’t have been a good idea considering her position (not that he was particularly false in his accusations). Instead, she fished out a heavy pouch of rupees, roughly the amount she’d normally fork over in exchange for Link’s bail. The guard’s eyes lingered on the pouch, expressionless again. Malon had thought that he would undoubtedly boot her from cells at that. Bribery was a new concept for her after all; she was hardly practiced in the art of enticement.
The man sniffed finally, thumbing his nose before plucking the bag from her outstretched hand. As he opened it to examine the contents, he moved askew from the doorway. “Make it quick.”
The farm hand fought the urge to beam too enthusiastically and bounded past him with the most detached ‘thank ye’ she’d ever fared. The cell was secluded; even more so from the one Jasdaë had been in and only lit by the solitary window. Perhaps Malon would visit her again after this. She imagined it could get very dull sitting in a cell all day. Thoughts of the Gerudo girl flitted away as she pushed the door open, letting it close with a soft clank behind her as she stepped in. Gods, he looked awful, but there he was, shackled to the cell itself, mostly in one piece and alive at least. Malon stepped over to him, biting her lip in a weaker grin, hesitating to find her voice again before finally crouching next to him while hugging her knees.
“Hey, Spud.”
