zelda oneshot || refraction;
title: Refraction
pairing: Dark Link/Sheik/Link
rating: uhh, PG-13 maybe?
summary: Three sides of light, and there's no good or bad to call a home. [written for spirits_shadows with the prompt, "You and your bloody rules."]
uhm, heads-up, this is kinda fucking weird. like i mean i explained everything i wanted to explain, but the situation, the context, fuck it, what i'm actually saying in it, is all weird. :| oh well XD and i sorta wrote it blindly.
☆REFRACTION
The dark and the light and the shadow between; silent smolder like the dark gut of a drum in the slight smile in Dark's eyes. Which was Link's shadow- Dark or Sheik?
Whenever Link saw at Dark it was unsettling- like the mirror of a dream- being trapped and looking the scheme right in the face. Jarring, because he was him; what he was capable of- what black lingered in the corners of his heart. Dark was nobody he wanted to kill; he just wanted to run from him-
But now it was different. He was glued to his place; he was lightning-paralyzed, watching with a feeling of dread as Dark's hands spun up Sheik's torso, as Dark seemed to speak, as this world of water and ash was echoing silent. "What are you doing?" Link asked- it was all he could manage- he felt as though he were only playing a role.
Dark's eyes lifted to Link; Sheik's eyes shifted in desert gold and then he saw nothing, but he seemed to smile. "Hero," he said (his voice was like music- Link could hear it underneath the syllables, the rush of a harp), "You forget that I'm a shadow."
"-You're not just that- but- he's-" Link stammered; "I'm not-"
"Questioning my allegiance; and you're not pledging your time." Dark's hands at Sheik's throat, and then on his shoulders. "Yes, I'm a shadow- I exist between."
"-Between? But, Sheik- I don't- why, though?" Link answered, and he stepped forward- pulled forward as though by a magnet (by twin pairs of spinning red); his sword lowered. All he needed was clarification, all he needed were the keys to this strange scene before him.
Sheik turned his head. He was usually so distant, so far away (almost like a mirage), but now his eyes were low, he seemed inviting. "Good and bad; it's a caricature," Sheik explained. Dark strung his arms around Sheik; Link felt a flash of childish jealousy tear through his stomach, and so he moved again, hovering by Sheik possessively, looking at Dark like you'd look at some prodigal son.
Sheik shifted his weight. "Good or bad- what does it matter? In truth, all we have is the present- in truth, we're only fighting against an opinion dissimilar to ours."
Was that an invitation?
"But- no- that's not what it is," Link said, mouth rain heavy with a frown. "That's not all it is. It's so that- nobody gets hurt-"
"But still, they do." Sheik's eyes flashed over his- the feeling of I know. "Hero, if this world was black and white, I would not exist. There is no good or bad- we are only gods."
Link was beginning to understand; Sheik favored darkness but he wanted the light- this was where desire began. Oh, but- his eyes passed over Dark's- did it have to be Dark, of all people? It was just that much worse, because he knew Dark- because Dark was everything about himself that he knew was wrong.
"Well," said Sheik with a traveler's laugh, "I need light to exist, as well." And he said it casually, but it set off such a spark in Link's mind and-
"But I can't- not with him," Link choked out. "I can't do anything with him-"
"Ugh," Dark spat, such a sound of horrible discontent, of fire-fast irritation- Link looked to him in surprise- he didn't know that Dark even spoke.
Sheik looked up to Dark as though amused. "Is there something the matter?"
"Yeah- with him," Dark said, nodding to Link.
Link's eyebrow furrowed, he frowned a child's frown. "There's nothing the matter with me- I just could never- not with you-"
"Oh," Dark said, rolling his eyes- tugging Link toward them roughly, tugging Link toward them so that all three facets of light crashed together perfectly, "You and your bloody rules."
so yeah.
Thanks for reading!
pairing: Dark Link/Sheik/Link
rating: uhh, PG-13 maybe?
summary: Three sides of light, and there's no good or bad to call a home. [written for spirits_shadows with the prompt, "You and your bloody rules."]
uhm, heads-up, this is kinda fucking weird. like i mean i explained everything i wanted to explain, but the situation, the context, fuck it, what i'm actually saying in it, is all weird. :| oh well XD and i sorta wrote it blindly.
☆REFRACTION
The dark and the light and the shadow between; silent smolder like the dark gut of a drum in the slight smile in Dark's eyes. Which was Link's shadow- Dark or Sheik?
Whenever Link saw at Dark it was unsettling- like the mirror of a dream- being trapped and looking the scheme right in the face. Jarring, because he was him; what he was capable of- what black lingered in the corners of his heart. Dark was nobody he wanted to kill; he just wanted to run from him-
But now it was different. He was glued to his place; he was lightning-paralyzed, watching with a feeling of dread as Dark's hands spun up Sheik's torso, as Dark seemed to speak, as this world of water and ash was echoing silent. "What are you doing?" Link asked- it was all he could manage- he felt as though he were only playing a role.
Dark's eyes lifted to Link; Sheik's eyes shifted in desert gold and then he saw nothing, but he seemed to smile. "Hero," he said (his voice was like music- Link could hear it underneath the syllables, the rush of a harp), "You forget that I'm a shadow."
"-You're not just that- but- he's-" Link stammered; "I'm not-"
"Questioning my allegiance; and you're not pledging your time." Dark's hands at Sheik's throat, and then on his shoulders. "Yes, I'm a shadow- I exist between."
"-Between? But, Sheik- I don't- why, though?" Link answered, and he stepped forward- pulled forward as though by a magnet (by twin pairs of spinning red); his sword lowered. All he needed was clarification, all he needed were the keys to this strange scene before him.
Sheik turned his head. He was usually so distant, so far away (almost like a mirage), but now his eyes were low, he seemed inviting. "Good and bad; it's a caricature," Sheik explained. Dark strung his arms around Sheik; Link felt a flash of childish jealousy tear through his stomach, and so he moved again, hovering by Sheik possessively, looking at Dark like you'd look at some prodigal son.
Sheik shifted his weight. "Good or bad- what does it matter? In truth, all we have is the present- in truth, we're only fighting against an opinion dissimilar to ours."
Was that an invitation?
"But- no- that's not what it is," Link said, mouth rain heavy with a frown. "That's not all it is. It's so that- nobody gets hurt-"
"But still, they do." Sheik's eyes flashed over his- the feeling of I know. "Hero, if this world was black and white, I would not exist. There is no good or bad- we are only gods."
Link was beginning to understand; Sheik favored darkness but he wanted the light- this was where desire began. Oh, but- his eyes passed over Dark's- did it have to be Dark, of all people? It was just that much worse, because he knew Dark- because Dark was everything about himself that he knew was wrong.
"Well," said Sheik with a traveler's laugh, "I need light to exist, as well." And he said it casually, but it set off such a spark in Link's mind and-
"But I can't- not with him," Link choked out. "I can't do anything with him-"
"Ugh," Dark spat, such a sound of horrible discontent, of fire-fast irritation- Link looked to him in surprise- he didn't know that Dark even spoke.
Sheik looked up to Dark as though amused. "Is there something the matter?"
"Yeah- with him," Dark said, nodding to Link.
Link's eyebrow furrowed, he frowned a child's frown. "There's nothing the matter with me- I just could never- not with you-"
"Oh," Dark said, rolling his eyes- tugging Link toward them roughly, tugging Link toward them so that all three facets of light crashed together perfectly, "You and your bloody rules."
so yeah.
Thanks for reading!