Efflorescence (Zelink)

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It's hard though to put feelings and expressions into words, but music... It doesn't need words for it.

Link brings me into my room.
"I'm here for you, remember?", he whispers, so he wouldn't wake Palutena up. I nod, hidden under a blanket.
"Sleep well, Zelda", he adds gently. The way he says my name...
"Thank you", I say quickly, as he already opens the door. He looks back towards me, smiling. And without a prior warning, he kneels down in front of my bed, and regards me. Normally, I would hate this. People being close to me, watching me. No way with him.
Link carefully puts a strand of hair out of my face, and kisses my forehead. The spot heats up.
"I'm staying here, until you are sleeping."

As I wake up, Link is gone like I expected. Palutena has already opened the curtains, and has done her yoga. Surprisingly, the point where Link has put his mouth on my skin yesterday is still heated up.
I didn't change my clothes; so, I still wear my dress. It's quite uncomfortable to do sports in it though, but I have no choice - these are the rules.

I check my mobile. Another one-hundred messages by anonymous people, each becoming more grotesque, each by someone heartless. Or maybe by realists? The viral has been spread all over Hyrule, and who knows, maybe soon everyone is going to see it. I would dishonor my poor father. And then my life wouldn't have a point anymore.

Should I...?

A ball of anger forms up in me. Furiously, I take my phone, and throw it hardly on the ground. Bullshit.
Anyway, since I am already looking fine, I go into the cafeteria. And like I thought, you can obviously see who was at the party yesterday; they all have hangovers. I smile into myself, and see Link, who sits at the window, talking to someone who looks like his doppelgänger. They both wear a green, long hat, with a tunic and robust brown boots. I put some tea and a sandwich on my tablet, and take a seat next to the boys.

I remember the younger one! His name is Toon Link. The last times I've been here I've only talked to those from the same levels as me, but luckily, I know his name.
"Toon, that's Zelda. She's also from Hyrule", Link introduces me.
I offer my hand to the tiny boy with gigantic, cute eyes, and he gladly shakes it with a grin.
"You said you were from the lowest level, Zelda", the big Link says frowning. I quickly swallow down a piece of bread.
"I will improve myself, I swear. I was just kind of distracted..." I look over to Peach, who sits a few tables away, and gazes at Mario as if he was a god or something.
"I'd like to train with you, since it's also an advantage to know how to... Defend yourself."

Argh, I can't concentrate when he's looking at me like that.
"I would really like to be your trainer, is that okay?" He asks, with a raised eyebrow. Toon giggles.
"My attacks are better than yours, you are just stronger than me", he throws in, and Link glares. It's almost cute.
"No doubts, your sword may be longer, but mine is thicker, better to push it into your body." Toon sticks out his tongue. I hold my stomach. It looks like I'm about to throw up, but I immediately start to laugh insanely.
"What's wrong?", Toon asks confused, as he tries to look at both of us simultaneously.

Link grins mischievously.
"Hylia, please don't tell me you turned out to be that kind of a girl."
I throw my hands up into the air.
"I am very, very sorry, Mr Link."
He leans over, his left elbow on the table, while he faces me, still grinning.
And with a misaligned voice, he says: "Call me
Mr Forrester."
I also lean over, and grab the hem of his tunic, pulling him towards me.
"Then let's make a Mrs Forrester out of me."
"If you wish so, princess..." He takes my head at both sides, and draws me closer -

"Ehm."
We immediately turn around, and I notice what we were trying to do. The thought about that makes me beaming, though...
"No smooching when little infants are around, if you please..." An overweight cooker has thrown her hands into her hips, and glares at us strictly. To make it even more embarrassing, I see Samus laughing her ass off in the corner of my eye.
I'm so going to kill you later, I try to put into my gaze.
"I'm watching you." The cooker points her index finger at us, narrowing her eyes.