What Defines Light and Dark (Link x Depressed Reader x Dark Link)

Fight

A painting.

A snapshot.

A moment frozen in time.

That's what it felt like.

Two men stood facing each other. One in green. One in black. Their swords touched, blades reflecting the flickering of candlelight. A female stood in shock, wide eyed with her breath in her throat. Conflict was the theme of the room. The blonde man's lips curled in a sneer and the white haired man's downturned.

Red was used to signal anger.

Blue was used to invoke a feeling of calmness.

The feelings the men with the corresponding colors felt were the opposite. They actually mirrored the color they were looking at.

The male with cerulean eyes wanted nothing more than to destroy the being he attacked.

The male with crimson eyes hid a focused calculating mind behind them. He didn't rush. He watched the blue staring at him carefully, like watching the tides, observing their ebbs and flows. Waves never stayed calm, and all he needed was to wait.

Wait for the waters to retreat more than normal.

If, and when, that happened, he'd be able to deal with the tsunami that followed.

Just as the shadow creature anticipated, the hero's eyes narrowed a fraction more.

A shrill bounced off the walls, followed by a low thud.

Link shifted his blade, grinding the metal of his sword and Dark's together, to distract his counterpart by making him thinking he would back off and attack again. As he did that, he swung his leg in an attempt to catch the pale being off guard and get him to fall to his knees.

Instead of going like he hoped, the bearer of the triforce centre stood his ground. He didn't flinch or bat an eye. When the blonde's shin came into contact with the side of his leg, he didn't budge.

The impact of his leg meeting an object as sturdy as a stone wall sent a throbbing pain throughout Link's leg, but he didn't wince.

No. He crouched, moved to the side, and hooked his knee around it, removing his sword from the company of its counterpart. As his sword fell, he bent his elbow and jabbed the man in black in the stomach, in another attempt to make him lose his footing.

His second attack was in vein as the other lifted his free leg and sent a swift kick to his gut.

Caught off guard, Link removed one of his hands on his sword's hilt and placed it on the ground to steady himself. It was then a matter of seconds before he was disarmed, the shining silver blade he carried clanking against the polished floor after it was thrown. He then received a follow up blow as the leg he had hooked around the other was used to lift his lower half off of the ground. This granted Dark the chance to flip him like a doll with his leg, unclip the hero's shield, and send him flying into the staircase wall, his signature cap flying off.

The man in green laid in pain as he heard another clash, this one belonging to his shield being tossed away, like his blade was seconds ago. His head pounded as if dekus were beating their drums as hard as they could, only his skull was the drum.

He propped himself up with his elbow, refusing to accept defeat, but, from how hard his body hit the wall, he fell back down, hitting his head.

His frantic heart beat in his pointed ears drowned out the sound of approaching footsteps. His eyes couldn't help him in the moment either as everything became blurry and the man nearing him blended into his surroundings.