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Dreams of Love and Duty (Legend of Zelda, Zelda/Midna, PG)
Title: Dreams of Love and Duty
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queenoftheskies
Rating: PG
Warnings: mild touching
Word count: 899
Prompt: Legend of Zelda, Zelda/Midna: mutual understanding of princesshood and its duties and sacrifices - Men! They just don't get it.
Zelda watched Link leave with a twinge of regret. She hoped he'd stay in the nearby city for a few days before heading back out to the small town he was from, but knew there was no reason to keep him nearby any longer.
There was something about him different from the other men--most high-born--she had known, something unassuming, something natural and honest, something that tied her to him far more securely than the bond they shared through their respective segments of the tri-force. She wished they'd had the chance to get to know one another better, but in spite of the fact that he was the Hero of legend, he was a commoner and she was princess born.
"Men! They just don't get it." Midna crossed her arms beneath her breasts, her eyes trailing Link out the broad doors.
In spite of the sharp note to her voice, Zelda didn't miss the way her eyes traced the broad lines of Link's shoulders and the tight curves of his backside. And, while he was definitely pleasing to the eye, there was more that had drawn Zelda to him.
She rose, resisting the urge to take to the window, to watch after the young warrior, to see what direction he traveled when he left the castle. Instead, she folded her hands as she descended from her throne, and smiled as any good princess should do. "Perhaps they don't need to get it, Midna. Maybe they're lucky not understanding."
"You like him." Midna tensed.
"First and foremost, I am princess of Hyrule." Zelda resisted the sigh that rose to her lips, forcing it down with another of her practiced smiles.
"And him a commoner." The words twisted with a sneer.
Not that Zelda believed the tone in which they were delivered. She'd seen the way Midna looked at Link, wondered what had happened between the two as they'd battled to save both worlds from Ganon's madness. Her only reassurance was the way Link's eyes met hers--not Midna's--the way the hint of color rose to his cheeks and he looked away when she smiled.
"Do you ever wish..." Zelda hesitated. Surely she could voice the question; Midna was, after all, a princess herself.
The shadow world ruler turned smoothly, expectation in her eyes.
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like not to be royalty, not to face duty and sacrifice?" This time, she did sigh. "Just for one day?"
"Ha!" Midna shuddered. "Try being cursed, a shadow of your former self, forced to ride around on a wolf to..." She bit back the bitter words, clamped her mouth shut. "The duty..." She turned on her heel. "It's never gone, Zelda. It's always there, in your heart, in the back of your mind, even when you're not a princess, but some ugly creature that's been overthrown."
"That's not what I meant." But, she could feel Midna's pain, her humiliation at her experiences at Ganon's hand. She crossed to her ally, wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Midna tensed again and, for a moment, Zelda thought she might pull away. Instead, the otherworldly princess leaned against her, leeching support the way a cold child might leech warmth from a parent. Zelda stroked the other woman's multi-hued hair, soft and silky against her long, delicate fingers.
"What do you mean?" Midna whispered, her body trembling almost imperceptibly.
"Have you ever wanted to run through a meadow barefoot?" Zelda remembered watching the other children play when she'd been small and her father alive. "Or shop in a bazaar where no one recognizes you?"
"If no one recognizes you," Midna protested, "then you are nobody."
"But you're wrong." Zelda whirled to face her, one of Midna's hands clasped lightly in hers. "Don't you see, if you're a princess, people depend on you, but does that really make you somebody?"
"This is silly talk."
"It makes people look up to you," Zelda reasoned, "because they're forced to. It makes them look to you for the solution of all their ills and troubles. But, do they really care about you, Midna? Does anyone..." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Ever care?"
The dark princess' fingers slid between hers, clasping. "Do you ever wonder what it would be like if he touched you? Really touched you like a man touches a woman?"
Zelda nodded, a fire stirring in her belly. She'd wondered that every time she'd looked at him, every time his strong fingers wrapped around the hilt of his sword or gently caressed the nose of his horse. How he could be so strong and determined, yet kind and gentle and giving, was beyond her. He fulfilled his duty without allowing it to make him something he was not.
"Me, too." Midna ran her free hand across her stomach and up over one breast.
Link. Slipping her hand free, Zelda whirled. Her slipper-clad feet made no sound as they pounded against the polished marble floor.
"Wait!" Midna called after her. "Where are you..."
"Duty without purpose is empty. Duty without love is loneliness." She slowed enough to glance over her shoulder. "Duty does not preclude love, Midna." A smile spread across her face. "And if there's one thing I learned about duty from Link it's that two can face duty together better than one can face it alone."
Author/Artist:
queenoftheskies Rating: PG
Warnings: mild touching
Word count: 899
Prompt: Legend of Zelda, Zelda/Midna: mutual understanding of princesshood and its duties and sacrifices - Men! They just don't get it.
Zelda watched Link leave with a twinge of regret. She hoped he'd stay in the nearby city for a few days before heading back out to the small town he was from, but knew there was no reason to keep him nearby any longer.
There was something about him different from the other men--most high-born--she had known, something unassuming, something natural and honest, something that tied her to him far more securely than the bond they shared through their respective segments of the tri-force. She wished they'd had the chance to get to know one another better, but in spite of the fact that he was the Hero of legend, he was a commoner and she was princess born.
"Men! They just don't get it." Midna crossed her arms beneath her breasts, her eyes trailing Link out the broad doors.
In spite of the sharp note to her voice, Zelda didn't miss the way her eyes traced the broad lines of Link's shoulders and the tight curves of his backside. And, while he was definitely pleasing to the eye, there was more that had drawn Zelda to him.
She rose, resisting the urge to take to the window, to watch after the young warrior, to see what direction he traveled when he left the castle. Instead, she folded her hands as she descended from her throne, and smiled as any good princess should do. "Perhaps they don't need to get it, Midna. Maybe they're lucky not understanding."
"You like him." Midna tensed.
"First and foremost, I am princess of Hyrule." Zelda resisted the sigh that rose to her lips, forcing it down with another of her practiced smiles.
"And him a commoner." The words twisted with a sneer.
Not that Zelda believed the tone in which they were delivered. She'd seen the way Midna looked at Link, wondered what had happened between the two as they'd battled to save both worlds from Ganon's madness. Her only reassurance was the way Link's eyes met hers--not Midna's--the way the hint of color rose to his cheeks and he looked away when she smiled.
"Do you ever wish..." Zelda hesitated. Surely she could voice the question; Midna was, after all, a princess herself.
The shadow world ruler turned smoothly, expectation in her eyes.
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like not to be royalty, not to face duty and sacrifice?" This time, she did sigh. "Just for one day?"
"Ha!" Midna shuddered. "Try being cursed, a shadow of your former self, forced to ride around on a wolf to..." She bit back the bitter words, clamped her mouth shut. "The duty..." She turned on her heel. "It's never gone, Zelda. It's always there, in your heart, in the back of your mind, even when you're not a princess, but some ugly creature that's been overthrown."
"That's not what I meant." But, she could feel Midna's pain, her humiliation at her experiences at Ganon's hand. She crossed to her ally, wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Midna tensed again and, for a moment, Zelda thought she might pull away. Instead, the otherworldly princess leaned against her, leeching support the way a cold child might leech warmth from a parent. Zelda stroked the other woman's multi-hued hair, soft and silky against her long, delicate fingers.
"What do you mean?" Midna whispered, her body trembling almost imperceptibly.
"Have you ever wanted to run through a meadow barefoot?" Zelda remembered watching the other children play when she'd been small and her father alive. "Or shop in a bazaar where no one recognizes you?"
"If no one recognizes you," Midna protested, "then you are nobody."
"But you're wrong." Zelda whirled to face her, one of Midna's hands clasped lightly in hers. "Don't you see, if you're a princess, people depend on you, but does that really make you somebody?"
"This is silly talk."
"It makes people look up to you," Zelda reasoned, "because they're forced to. It makes them look to you for the solution of all their ills and troubles. But, do they really care about you, Midna? Does anyone..." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Ever care?"
The dark princess' fingers slid between hers, clasping. "Do you ever wonder what it would be like if he touched you? Really touched you like a man touches a woman?"
Zelda nodded, a fire stirring in her belly. She'd wondered that every time she'd looked at him, every time his strong fingers wrapped around the hilt of his sword or gently caressed the nose of his horse. How he could be so strong and determined, yet kind and gentle and giving, was beyond her. He fulfilled his duty without allowing it to make him something he was not.
"Me, too." Midna ran her free hand across her stomach and up over one breast.
Link. Slipping her hand free, Zelda whirled. Her slipper-clad feet made no sound as they pounded against the polished marble floor.
"Wait!" Midna called after her. "Where are you..."
"Duty without purpose is empty. Duty without love is loneliness." She slowed enough to glance over her shoulder. "Duty does not preclude love, Midna." A smile spread across her face. "And if there's one thing I learned about duty from Link it's that two can face duty together better than one can face it alone."