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A Man's Duty Ch. 17A Man's Duty Ch. 17 by nichili
Sheik stretched as he walked out of the Inn, Link was at his side while Navi lounged on his shoulder. The trio moved lazily through the slowly awakening, but not yet bustling, village in silence. After a short time, Sheik felt Link slip a thumb through a loop of material at the waist of his breeches. The soft weight of Link's hand pulling at the material that laid against his hips was oddly comforting. He swallowed hard as he was struck by the innocent intimacy of the Hero's action, but found that he could not hold back the lazy smile it evoked.
It was strange to Sheik, that he could be so incredibly happy so soon after the mornings events. Being honest, he knew that after everything his sister had done to give him a chance at life it wasn't entirely unexpected. If she had been in his place, his only wish would be for Sheia to live her life. In the end, he had to do in his life as he'd want her to do in hers. He would wallow in his life, all of it. The good, the bad and the medi
A Man's Duty Ch. 16A Man's Duty Ch. 16 by nichili
Link took a deep breath in through his nose before letting it escape slowly through his mouth. He smiled and carefully lifted Sheik's hand from his chest, slipping silently from the bed. As he stood at the edge of the bed, he smiled down at the Sheikah's face. It was odd to sleep in the same bed with the man this time, though he supposed that was likely because he was aware of the older man being nude. He blushed, fighting back a giddy little giggle as he looked away from Sheik's face to see Navi curled up on the man's stomach. He bit his lip, swallowing back the happy noise that wanted to escape from lips at the cuteness of the sight.
Frowning, Link picked up the small bag that had been a gift from Sheik and sighed. He had the feeling that Navi had seen the... being the previous day. But, if she did, why didn't the fairy seem shocked by it? Did she know something? He sighed and was about to reach over and wake her when his body was filled with a sudden icy chill. He jumped back and lo
A Man's Duty Ch. 15A Man's Duty Ch. 15 by nichili
Sheik shivered violently, cursing himself for exerting so much strength in the frigid weather. He was freezing, soaked with sweat from the effort it took to unthaw the Zora princess and paying for it as the harsh chill of the air seemed to pass right through him. But, he couldn't very well have left the princess trapped in the ice with her fellows. Not only would it serve to smooth things along with King Zora for Link, having her safe, but she was a Sage. If she were trapped within the icy prison like her brethren, all of Link's efforts to move ever closer to Ganondorf would be in vain.
At the thought of Link, Sheik smiled in spite of himself, watching the boisterous young man in question battle a White Wolfos, as he himself hid from view behind a veil of magic. When the Hero slipped his blade into its sheathe upon defeating his opponent, turning to retrieve the Iron Boots that were guarded by the wolf like creature, Sheik allowed himself to fade into view. He smiled, chuckling faintly
| “Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." —E. L. Doctorow |
