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A pen hovered over a piece of blank paper. Its feathery tip end brushed and tickled his mouth.
Words. To form strings of coherent sentences. Think metaphors.Think imagery. Think poetry. Flowery prose. Things that rhyme.
Start with something. Anything.
His mind was as blank as this piece of paper on his desk.
A blob of ink splat onto the paper, leaving a shapeless, black mess.
Maybe something like…
Octoroks are red
Drippitunes are blue
I admire your bravery and wisdom
The beauty that made you, you
Link picked up the paper, stared at the words he'd written for a moment and let out the biggest groan he could muster at the ceiling of his house.
“By Hylia, why is this so hard?” He complained, digging his palms into his eyes. The stuffed owl next to his wardrobe stared back at him with its beady eyes, unsympathetic to his current dilemma.
Link admitted that he is a person of few words. Then many years afterwards he was also a person without any words. But then Princess Zelda and Tri went off on their adventure, saving people left and right from the rifts and monsters – saving him – and managed to defeat the great evil that's been plunging Hyrule of its darkness.
Link delicately wrapped his hand around his throat.
His voice.
Princess Zelda and Tri even gave him back his voice.
“Well what good does it do now, if I can't even think of the words I want to say?” Link grumbled.
This was a mistake.
He should not have asked Verley of all people for advice on…well anything actually. It was a moment of weakness and desperation when he asked for his friend's ideas for gifts to show a deep sense of appreciation and admiration for someone.
“Admiration aye?” His friend gave him a curious sidelong glance. “I dunno. Maybe flowers, sweet pastries. Have you tried poems?”
Link twirled his sword, and wrinkled his nose at the suggestion. “Poems? Why poems.”
“They make you seem sophisticated.” Verley shrugged. “I dunno. They usually swoon and blush when they get to read them.”
Link doesn't understand how getting someone to swoon and blushing at his poems has got to do with anything. But he felt the tip of ears heating up at the thought of a certain princess swooning and blushing at his–
“You good there Link?”
“U-uh,” he stammered, blinking away imaginary princesses dancing in his vision. “Yeah! L-let's go.” He picked up his shield, and together they started their morning patrol around the village.
That was this morning. Here he was now, thinking of writing a poem for Princess Zelda.
Does she even like poems?
What does Princess Zelda even like?
Smoothies, was the immediate answer that came to his mind, prompting his mouth to curl into a soft smile. She loved her smoothies so sickeningly sweet, that it made him stare at her in horror when she recited their order to the Business Scrub.
She titled her head in a cute puppy way that made Link nearly forget the crime she's just committed. “What?”
“How are you not sick from all that sweetness?”
She giggled, “I like my food sweet! You should try some. It's good!”
Link grimaced and grabbed their smoothies from the scrub with a soft ‘thank you’.
“No thanks. I'll have mine spicy and sour instead.” When he passed Zelda her own smoothie, their fingers brushed and Link did everything he could through sheer willpower to suppress the pleasant shiver brushing tantalizingly along his spine.
“Suite yourself.” Zelda shrugged, her teeth capturing her straw– “This one's my favorite,” – and sipped her green apple smoothie all throughout the day.
“Link, my boy!” hollered Lueburry as he came storming into his house, slamming his door open that made Link simultaneously jump out of his daydreaming and his seat in surprise.
“Lueburry!” He cried from the floor. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”
The older Sheikah let himself in and frowned at his student, body halfway down the steps leading to the common area of his home.
“Why are you sleeping at this time of the day boy? Come on, up you go! You've got an urgent message from the Gerudos.”
This had Link perking up and scrambling up to his feet.
“The Gerudos?” He grabbed for his hat and dashed for his sword and shield that's leaning against his opened wardrobe.
Lueburry nodded solemnly, “Captain Dohna sent me a message. She requires your assistance with monsters post-haste.”
Finally securing his weapons, he nodded, “On it! Thanks Lueburry!” With that, Link sprinted off towards the direction of the Gerudo Desert.
His poem on his desk, forgotten.