ā¼ : the back of midna's hand still burns, etched in the dying light of the sun ( of zelda ) āā she hovers, still, in shadow ( afraid of the light ). the waters of lake hylia murmur softly as she watchesāā as always, she watchesāā link set up camp. tomorrow, to the desert. tomorrow, to fulfill her selfish wishes, ( he has been doing so already ). ā hey ... link. ā midna can't quite meet his gaze as she speaks. thank you. i'm sorry. ā are you ready? for the desert. ā
hands tense. it's difficult to hide the tremble while set a small fire ā they're mindful of the light, stoking just enough for warmth. every trip into the desert makes them nervous. anxious. they know that, somewhere, out there, are ruins swallowed deep by the sand. it's made worse by what will come. the mirror waits. the darkness waits. link pulls their legs to their chest once settled.
a steadying breath and they nod, firm and reassured. despite the knot in their gut. after zelda, they have to do this. with midna, they can do this. her demeanour is not missed, the avoidance as they try to meet her eye. eyes soften, and they bump her gently with an elbow.
... ā are you? ā



















