Soul Dancing (TP! Link x Reader)

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༄ The feel of his warm lips.

. . .that's all you remembered.

At an age so young and with flourishing desires.

Who would have known it'd feel so good?

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     Back when you were young. . .oh, how you loved the sky. A palette of blurred colors that cleansed itself of new shades every morning and afternoon. Pinks, purples, yellows, oranges and blues.

     However, that very sky that washed away your sorrows held something so peculiar—and notably—it stung in some way.

     While your present burdens were removed by morning rays, old ones resurfaced in the form of the thick liquid that bitterly pump throughout your veins. A feeling deep within your soul of shameful regret.

     You didn't care much for rising suns and velvet skies before Ordon. No, you were a stubborn girl who didn't understand the importance of the sun's touch or the soothing, soporific moon. Little miss unfortunate you were; a disastrous cycle followed you from the second of your birth. The cycling sun was only a reminder of the countless nights you spent waiting for it to rise on the day your mother would return to you.

     It's funny, isn't it? How things can change so fast.

     Back then, it appeared as if you were stuck in a loop of a day that repeated forever. Looking at it now, though, it feels as if it were in an instant that your perspective of a new day was altered.

     "It's a nice day out, isn't it?" A curious tone questioned you.

    Averting your tired eyes from the entrance of Ordon towards your left, a boy held a smile filled of nervousness draped with confidence.

     It was common of the occasional Ordonian to attempt a conversation with you or even throw a smile your way, but you never cared for any interaction with a temporary village. Thus, you sent them all away with an exhausted look that expressed clear disinterest before refocusing your gaze to that entrance.

     However, something about that boy with a slanted smile induced by his awkwardness intrigued you. In the manner he had tilted restlessly back and forward, holding his hands behind his back as if he were to throw a surprise at you any moment gave you a sense of thrill.

Who exactly was he?

"Y—yes," you cracked out the first word you've said in days. As much as you refused to speak to anybody, it was nearly easy to respond normally to this boy. Perhaps it's because he'd been the first child around your age to approach you. Undoubtedly, it felt good. "It—it is," you heightened your voice a notch.

An awkward silence enshrouded the both of you, although oddly comforting. Your eyes would not leave his, regardless.

Thinking of it now, perhaps that's what it was. Those sharp eyes resembled a beautiful beasts' embedded in hurt. How daunting they were, yet so enthralling.

"Come," he interrupted the silence with a vivacious tone, "can I show you something?"

Soon enough, it was definitely as if he threw a surprise at you; that being his hand to hold as he led you. The warmth of his palm engulfed your being in the deep ocean of those eyes and where he led you filled you of refreshing curiosity.