[Drabble] The Frozen Island
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The Frozen Island
Their meeting was right then.
Written June 2006. "The Frozen Island" is property Of Montreal, and "The Legend of Zelda" is property of the good folks at Nintendo.
In a cave of ice, their meeting was right.
There was nothing to their first meeting or the one at the forest sanctuary. Sheik was Sheik and Link was Link. There was nothing more and nothing less. Idle yet strangely relevant chit-chat, banter, parables on the nature of friendship and time. It wasn't right but neither was it wrong. It was.
In the bowels of the fiery mountain, their meeting was all wrong. Sheik was out of place and Link was tired and hot. The red hot glow of magma suited neither of them very well, and the usual melodic resonance they had was discordant. They spoke of the passion and power of relations, but the words were all wrong. No matter how many different ways Sheik could have talked about it, nothing could make it right. Passion and power had no place upon his lips.
In a cave of ice, however, their meeting was right. Sheik was a frozen island and that kept Link warm. They fit in; they were the ice cave and the noble hero. They talked of nothing but objectivity and affection, and somehow those words seemed to melt into ice itself. Words became the ice on the walls of the cave that was to be melted and conquered by the warmth of the noble hero. Dripping from lips like the Zora's Waterfall.
Their meeting was right then.
EDIT: Icon!
tiny text is "love ballads and cake" - credit ryutsuki or eye_condy!
The Frozen Island
Their meeting was right then.
Written June 2006. "The Frozen Island" is property Of Montreal, and "The Legend of Zelda" is property of the good folks at Nintendo.
In a cave of ice, their meeting was right.
There was nothing to their first meeting or the one at the forest sanctuary. Sheik was Sheik and Link was Link. There was nothing more and nothing less. Idle yet strangely relevant chit-chat, banter, parables on the nature of friendship and time. It wasn't right but neither was it wrong. It was.
In the bowels of the fiery mountain, their meeting was all wrong. Sheik was out of place and Link was tired and hot. The red hot glow of magma suited neither of them very well, and the usual melodic resonance they had was discordant. They spoke of the passion and power of relations, but the words were all wrong. No matter how many different ways Sheik could have talked about it, nothing could make it right. Passion and power had no place upon his lips.
In a cave of ice, however, their meeting was right. Sheik was a frozen island and that kept Link warm. They fit in; they were the ice cave and the noble hero. They talked of nothing but objectivity and affection, and somehow those words seemed to melt into ice itself. Words became the ice on the walls of the cave that was to be melted and conquered by the warmth of the noble hero. Dripping from lips like the Zora's Waterfall.
Their meeting was right then.
EDIT: Icon!
tiny text is "love ballads and cake" - credit ryutsuki or eye_condy!