The Oblivion (Fierce Deity Link x Reader)

Chapter 2: Moon and Sun

Your POV

Tripping over my own feet, I struggled to make winding turns and navigate many corridors as my hunt for Zelda's room was becoming bleak. I stumbled around like a buffoon, running up and down hallways, opening doors, and asking guards for help. I stopped by a very expensive, one of a kind vase that I am pretty sure I had passed multiple times. Oh! I did pass it multiple times. I've been going in circles.

"Aagh!" I groaned in frustration, sliding down the wall. "Where is it?" Large double doors just in front of me opened, and I peeked through my hands to see a very confused Princess of Hyrule.

"There you are! What in Gerudo Desert are you doing on the floor?" Zelda placed her hand under my arm and helped me to my feet, leading me into her bedroom. "You are one strange girl."

"Oh for the love of Din..." I muttered under my breath at my stupidity. It was right in front of me and I had been going in circles the whole time. Zelda let me walk the rest of the way into her room. My mouth instantly fell agape at the sight. Everything, including the floor, reeked expensive, I was afraid to touch anything. The white vanity with golden accents and an eccentric mirror, a large armoire to match, a hand woven rug depicting the legendary Triforce, a large central window with two smaller decorative windows at its side, flowing sheer curtains, and, topping it all off, a huge canopy bed featuring silk and satin sheets didn't even try to make the room look smaller. And those where just the main pieces of furniture, she also had a small wooden bench at the end of her bed, a glorious chandelier, a bookcase filled to the very brim , and a decorative changing screen. Zelda giggled at my reaction before walking over towards the changing screen at the far end of the room. She stripped of her clothes, casually throwing the precious fabrics to hang over the top of the screen, as I took a seat on the wooden bench at the foot of her bed.

"It's changed a lot since nursery days, hasn't it?" She emerged from behind the screen in a pink silk rope, her strawberry hair falling over her ears only allowing the tips of them to stick out. Placing her jewelry and headpiece on the vanity, she ushered me towards the changing screen with her eyes. I quickly walked behind it and began to strip of my usual work clothes. Zelda's hand shot out from around the edge of the screen with a white silk rope dangling from her finger's. I mumbled a thank you before snatching it. The fabric crinkled in my hands with such delicacy that I almost dropped it, it was so soft and nice and pure. I felt dirty putting it on it was so perfect, but the fabric cradled my bare skin so well I wish I could never take it off. Running my hands down my sides, tracing my small curves through the fabric, I felt small and insignificant. But at the same time I felt so important, like I actually meant something. I reveled in that feeling. The feeling of importance, of indecision. I could be a grain of sand in a the same old desert or I could be a diamond in a pile of gems. So this is how it feels... Being beautiful or powerful means you're surrounded by other beautiful or powerful people, like being a grain of sand in a desert, nothing would change. A mineral is a mineral no matter how you polish it. "(Name)? Are you alright? You've been just standing there for awhile?" Zelda's worried voice came from behind the screen.

"Y-yeah...I'm fine. Just thinking." I smiled at her as I placed my folded work clothes on the small bench. Something in one of my pockets made a small 'clink' as it was set on the hard surface. I reached in a pulled out the small silk box and placed it on top of my clothes. Zelda soon pulled me over to the vanity where she brushed my (h/l) hair, being gentle, as it was filled with many tangles. She lightly hummed a familiar song whilst she worked. Zelda's lullaby. A song I am all to familiar with. Nostalgia filled me and soon I found myself humming along with her in time. We both happily hummed a similar tune from our childhood days as young girls running around, picking flowers, listening to Impa's wild stories, and just played around all day without a care in the world. Something happened around our age of ten, I can't put my finger on it, but it feels like there is a blank space. I must be just thinking about it too hard probably. Zelda lightly tapped my shoulder with the hair brush, signalling to me that it was my turn to brush her hair. I changed positions so that she was sitting and I was above her. I barely had to do anything, her hair was already so soft and silky. I mumbled under my breath before I ran the brush through it a few more times.