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What You Mean to Me, Is Not Measurable (feat Link)

[It was a gesture that seemed to never leave Sidon’s head. Link came to him, and admitted so much that it took the prince days to begin processing it. Even now, he wasn’t sure he did.

There was so much kindness in those tender and wise words. Clearly also, honest words. But as much as it made his heart flutter, and made him feel like it was right, it felt wrong. It felt very wrong.

Even now, admitting his feelings out loud just felt so inappropriate. When Link was here, it felt so much easier to be able to do so just a little. Sidon spent days going back and forth, night and day, between tasks, hiding everything about the event from his confidants. From his father. Sidon went from wanting to be courageous to explore, to feeling selfish, to demonizing himself. Thing was, he knew what Link would want him to do. His little voice and typed out words puttering to scold him for being so foolish and to spit it out.

Sidon wasn’t a genius, he knew that, but he wasn’t stupid either. Everything was on the line, through his actions. Explore, get the scorn from his still grieving father, disrespect his elder sister...Or hide, keep in line with his princely duties but let down Link. So many risks, so many indulgent risks spoken from a Zora of privilege.

Sidon really hated himself at the moment.

It was dawn, Sidon hadn’t slept a wink all night. In fact, he hadn’t slept much at all. A wink of sleep here and there, but that was it. He asked for Link to be here if he could. He did that on a whim. Stupid Zora...Stupid. Looking at the waters around the city, seeing his exhausted reflection, and the sunrise dancing on the ripples, he walked to the one place he was in his world. In the deadness of his usually very active city, he could be away from it all and recollect himself.

His sister. His beloved departed sister. What remained of her.

The statue was a symbol of strength and hope. The one who healed all, who shared everyone with kindness and strength. The light of his people.

Sidon held a hand to his heart.]

Mipha...oh how you must hate me sister, for wanting to spend so much time with the man you loved. I...I am a shameful villain.

I want to be the best for you, everyone, father, but I am so plagued with these feelings. If I...if I took so much pleasure in seeing him then that means-

[Too much, he stopped speaking to the statue. He was never going to get the answer, so why ask?

The sun rose.]

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[Link was a physical person after all, generally preferring action to discoursing at length about things. They wouldn't smack Sidon if he minded or could actually get hurt. More concerning was how tired Sidon looked. For someone usually so ebullient, Sidon's fatigue looked worse from its rarity.]

Dunno, my perceptions hit or miss. So whats your case of the morbs about?

[Despite spending their time catching up on the current language, Link's still attached to more familiar language, however hopelessly outdated.]

"The morbs"?

[What odd language, it made him try to chuckle at least a little. Sheepishly. People with more of a frank way about them was always so fascinating to him, but Link's frankness was something he needed. Most definitely.

But of course, now he was trapped.

So after his light chuckle, his eyes grew sad. His arms crossed behind his back to try to make him seem even taller.]

I suppose a lot has been on my mind lately, since that day.

Yknow, morbid. Sad depressed down in the dumps bummed out

[Maybe that was too much of a reach for Sidon; it had been a long time after all. Still, at least it got a chuckle out of him so mission accomplished. At last they were getting somewhere.]

You know Im listening. Lay it on me.

I know. As you tend to do.

[He seemed to trail off. This was such a bad and awkward time, in retrospect. Link came to see him as he so selfishly promised, and the first thing is seeing him...have “the morbs”.

Goodness such blunt language.

But he felt so guilty.]

I am caught, defeated with “the morbs”. I’ve been really hampering down on my feelings and decisions. It has been difficult wrapping my head around things so...new? And consciously, it feels complicated to me.

[Hearing Sidon say "the morbs" with audible quotation marks was totally worth whipping out the slang. On a more serious note, if Sidon is wrestling with the complications of his feelings, then Link wants to help him sort things out. Even if this didnt have to do with them, Link would want to help Sidon regardless. He was such a cheerful person, he deserved to be happy and smiling.]

Never been in love? Or,

[Well. Sidon was sad in front of Mipha's statue. Hardly the most difficult puzzles Link's put together.]

this about mipha? Both? She seemed like a swell doll but i dont really remember much of her.

Yes, you have mentioned that before.

[It affected his father than Sidon. As much as it did hurt that Mipha’s memory was forgotten, it wasn’t Link’s fault. Not at all. And it was far less concerning with the present happenings. The feelings of the people in the present.

But this was the present now, and the presence of the feelings for his departed dear sister....it was burning.]

Yet there are days when I feel like it was yesterday when she was wiping my own tears. Right after she was crying herself.

[Link was feeling as stormy as Vah Rutah then, expectations like ill-fitting garments as the various Zoras and Impa and Purah kept treating them like someone else, as if Link was accountable for some other's actions. They couldn't blame anyone for being disappointed, or even resentful, but it still bothered them how others kept seeing a ghost instead of the Link who was left. Which was one reason Link liked Sidon so quickly, since he didn't remember well enough to know Link on sight.

Still, all that stress meant that, when King Dorephan later asked Link never to forget Mipha, they started sobbing. It seemed so unfair to ask that of Link, who had already forgotten so much and still feared forgetting again. Fortunately the king was a kind man, but Link was able to share his feelings and only promise that they'd remember Mipha as best they could.

Was it worse to lose or to forget? Link wondered sometimes, when walking or climbing. They only had a few memories of their own parents. How do you mourn for people like that? Usually Link stayed fairly philosophical about it, but they remembered their musings on the subject when Sidon finally speaks to his grief.]

When i held a sword again, the weight of it, the smell of metal and oil made me remember one thing about my dad showing me how to maintain my weapons. When i ate a rock i remembered my pops hugging me, smelling like masonry dust after he prepared his dinner. The smell of butter and flour reminded me of my mom, in a big kitchen, folding pastry as she had me whip egg whites.

[Link pauses for a moment, letting the weight of those memories fall on them, more precious than any jewel in the Slate.]

Even if i dont remember her, i know you loved mipha a whole lot. She loves you too, her spirit was so concerned with her family and the domain. Its okay if that hurts

[At least Link can share that much, the words of his beloved sister.]

[Zora’s time was slow, it never helped with that. For every few years a Zora lived, a Hylian lived tens of them. It was easy for a Hylian to think the opposite but the world seemed to slow and calm down in moments of peace and introspection.

In the many years through Sidon’s youth, it was like he was fighting a battle either on the outside or the inside.

One could wonder how a Hylian would view such time spent on such things, being active for so long to fight for a future you know many people would be happy in. You would be happy too because everyone was happy, and it would all be worth it. Sidon lived with that motto for...forever.

And forever was a long time to not consider for once maybe you just deserve to grab got your own personal happiness. Meeting a man so unapologetically like Link...it was like a dessert that felt so sinful to eat but you couldn’t put the fork down to stop. But when he thought there, he thought of his sister, making the Zora Armor for him...and his stomach hurt.]

I am sorry, Link. You do not remember, and you are gaining those memories as people keep expecting of you.

[He held a hand to his chest as his eyes scanned all that Link typed. Those were so many meaningful words. Despite the poor grammar, he felt that it was feelings that were raw and needed expressing.]

Mipha loved you, Link. She loved you, too.

I caught her one day after my lessons, patching that Zora armor with all of her determination. She scolded me when she caught me spying. Mipha was like my mother sometimes, I would tell her. I had to be the little brother that protested just enough to get under her skin.

[He chuckled at the memories. But then he frowned.]

The man in front of me was a friend of my family, could have been my brother in law...and yet here I am, conflicted.

[A pause.]

Because...I love you. I do. I love you for everything you are.

[For once the reminder that Mipha loved Link didn't seem like a burden of expectation, making them awkward and uncomfortable because they had to let those down, but more like... a reassurance. Something to treasure, something nostalgic for what you never knew, like finding an old flower in a forgotten book. Amazing how the same words from Sidon could make Link feel better, warm, loved. Sidon was amazing like that, he could turn any situation into a joy. Once upon a time a girl loved Link, and the two were happy. Wasn't that good enough to know, even if it was over and done? Link had to share that sentiment, even if their words weren't nearly as pretty as their thoughts.]

Yknow usually when i hear that she loved me i feel bad because i cant be the person i was but. You make it sound so lovely like. Like you're showing me a pressed flower that still smells nice. Mipha comes alive for me more when you talk about her than she did in anything i can recall. Learning about her again i can realize just what a great person she was.

[At those next words... There's a lot in them. Link knew they had to think carefully about this before talking again. One thing was for sure, Link was so, so happy that Sidon loved them. They lowered the Slate for a moment to hug Sidon's leg, both out of affection and to comfort. Of course Sidon would feel guilty for falling in love with the person his vaunted dead sister loved. Did he feel that was a betrayal?]

I love you too, Sidon. Usually its easy for me, since i usually think, well let the dead lie. But then i get lonely or sad or realize how empty my past is and i exhume the remains of my old self and pick over the bones. Now that's morbid.

[Link made a frustrated noise, ruffling their own hair. This is one of the longest conversations Link's had in a while.]

Dammit im not as good as talking as you what i mean is. This is hard and im the kind of idiot who likes simple answers. I know you want to honor your sister. But you dont have to sacrifice everything on the altar of memory you can be happy too.

My sister would be so glad to hear that, I dearly hope she does.

[If Link aimed to help ease Sidon a little with those words, it worked. Sidon's feather on his head seemed to relax with him as his shoulders went lower from released pressure.

Mipha was the treasure inside many people's hearts. A pain that seemed to never heal just right. Despite her saying she never wanted to be mourned, her love and the people's love for her loomed in celebration...and sorrow.

Sidon's own love for his people, and for Link, was unconditional. Sidon's promise to Mipha was out of love, not just obligation as a prince. Happiness was his goal for all. But then, Link hugged him. Sidon's big heart was sure to explode, and his legs grew weak with the hug.

It was true, he loved him so much. He had to hold the tears back again from his tired eyes.]

And somehow...I knew you would say that.

[Too late, a tear escaped again.]

You need not say much more if it hurts, your fingers are rather fast on that slate. I just-

[He trailed.]

[A knot in Link's chest eased as Sidon reacts well. They need both hands to type well, but Link could at least lean against him and keep looking at him as they talked.]

No no no im fine i mean

[Huffing a little laugh, Link raised their left hand, scarred and calloused and workworn, so unlike Sidon's softer ones.]

its not the tapping its just that i know i can be blunt but i cant read a room well so. Its easier to just keep things light and short yknow. The only hard part about talking is using my voice and picking my works thats all. Ok i meant to say words but thats funny.

[Ah, there Link was doing it again. Was it an old habit?]

I hate being misunderstood and it can happen very easily. One thing i really love about you is that you get what im trying to say even if it sounds harsh or tactless or whatever. I never have to worry about this stuff with you. I want you to be as happy as you make me happy.

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[There was a lot of comfort to be had with him so close like this. He wouldn’t ever say no to such intimacy. Sidon’s body turned to look at the slate from his comfortable position.

Harsh? Tactless? Those words caused Sidon to tilt his head.

It soon hit him, and well...now there was something the prince could do for him.]

Link I always found that your words, whether spoken or not, were of real meaning. Every word you say has a purpose and a weight, never forget that.

You may not find it easy to breathe a syllable but your thoughts deserve to be heard. I always will. I am...not perfect but believe me I will always be here to listen.

[Link blinked a few times, then put their Slate away, held onto Sidon, and buried their burning face into his hip with a soft flustered "Aaaaaaaa" sound. How was he so good! And still thought he wasn't enough! Link giggled at their own infatuation and gave Sidon's leg another squeeze before bringing the Slate out to talk again, typing so quickly they didn't even bother correcting the mistakes.]

Thats what I mean youre so. So good and kind and understanding of me. Your patient with me and want to hear what i say and hoenstly thats why i love you. Youre amazing and deserve to be happy and i want to make you happy. Thats why im sad when you brush off your own sadness because you deseerve to be sad sometimes if you feel sad. I just cant imagine you ever being selfish becuase youre so nice and caring about people and especialyl me you utter darling sweetheart!!!1

[...Such a darling emotional display. Sidon threw his flushed head back and made a genuine laugh. It was hearty, healthful, and full of sheer cheer.

After Link was done typing his heart out, Sidon knelt to scoop up the little hero. His big heart was full of so much love again, so much happy emotion, that he felt his true self slink right back in to his spirit and demeanor.

His grin was so wide, his teeth would practically shimmer in the rising son. His tired eyes were still there, but life was returning to them. It was like filling an empty bucket with brightly colored paint.

Though perhaps his exhaustion was to blame just so slightly for being so very bold so fast. He made sure their heads were both touching.]

It does my heart so good to see you so happy, my darling pearl.

[Link gasped out as Sidon suddenly scooped them up, but they were more than happy to be held in Sidon's arms. Being small rarely bothered Link, but now they were glad of their size so they could be held so securely and so sweetly. Link smiled back after scattering kisses over Sidon's face. They took a breath and then spoke verbally.]

'M glad. I love your sweettalk.

[...Oh how the tables have turned. With every little smooch, he felt his face grow hotter and hotter.

Oh, such joy, such joy that he had to learn he could accept. Especially since it meant he could give so much joy to someone so important to him.

Yes, this was a lesson worth drilling into him.]

For what it is worth...you have a lovely voice too. I love hearing it.

[Link wraps their arms around Sidon's neck again; they sure could get used to this! Clearly Link needed to do this as often as possible, so coming back every three days would be no trouble at all. Especially if Sidon needed regular reminders that he deserved to be happy. Which reminded them...]

'M glad. I want us both happy. It's not selfish.

[Sidon didn't know how to react but plant a kiss on Link's forehead, and soon move it to his lips.

After that, he smiled right back at him. Euphoric and alive, the exhaustion seemingly leaving his face.]

This is a good goal to work together toward, my beloved.

[He laughed.]

Hah..."my beloved", I did say that just now, eh?

[Link laughed in delight at the first kiss, and returned the second. Kissing Sidon felt so good, made Link so happy, like a little fire of happiness sparked in their chest. Link wanted to do that regularly, too, especially seeing Sidon's happy smile.]

Yesssss. Do it more.

[Pet names were definitely not something Link was used to, but when Sidon called them something, dripping with love and admiration, how could they resist? Like with the praise, the special names made Link feel special and seen.

There was just one flaw in this perfect scene.]

Are you tired?

Mhm?

[His face was still nuzzled on Link’s proper before speaking. He could soon get used to this level of intimacy. This kind of closeness to someone felt so magnificent. Like somehow he was starved for it, a mutual connection that made him feel so, so special.

But everything else didn’t matter anymore. Not even his tired body.]

Tired? Me? Heavens no, not anymore.

Mmph

[Sidon wasn't the only one reveling in their touch, their closeness. Being held by Sidon was like being engulfed in affection from all sides, and Link wanted to stay there. Feeling Sidon's face on theirs, his fins brushing their ears, surrounded by the faint slippery smell of him, Link wanted to stay there forever.

However, Link had also slept in the afternoon and woke at midnight, refreshed and ready to greet the dawn. The fatigue on Sidon's face, although eased by love, spoke of a day and a night awake. Sidon didn't have a monopoly on concern, although Link had a more creative way of persuasion.]

No? Hm. Can't cuddle together? Nap together?

[...Ah, he got what he was doing.

To think, it was getting further and further into reality. This was real. It really was.

There was a moment of shock before the smile crept back up.]

Are you...bribing me to rest?

Yes.

[Link was absolutely shameless about their motives, but being able to canoodle in private was also a win. If it worked, Link didn't care about exploiting their mutual desire for closeness. To emphasize the point, Link peppered Sidon's face with kisses before kissing him deeply on the lips, sucking on his lower lip as they drew back.

Well. Also Link just liked kissing Sidon. They could do it alllll day.]

Or we can disappoint your fanclub. Scandalize the geezers. Yknow.

[Sidon knew at this very moment, this was life. This was a real, honest to Hylia, life. The kisses planted on him were of course returned, with Sidon savoring the last passionate kiss on lips, tilting his head to really feel the weight of the hero’s face on his.

Nothing else in the world mattered now.

Not the council, no one. No one but Link.]

The sun has not yet risen, we can sit and watch it rise. Together.

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[Little proved the impact of Link's affect than Sidon not caring about propriety. Not that the prince was stuffy, or constrained, but he took his duty very seriously, and if he thought Link didn't interfere with that, then that meant he considered Link an unchangeable fixture in his life. That, more than the kisses even, made Link flush with awe.]

Yes yes yes!!

[Renewing their position in Sidon's arms, Link rubbed their face against Sidon's shoulder, right next to his neck.]

I'll sit on you. Then sleep.

My darling wishes and I shall do!

[There was a brightness in his face as he said that as well. Cradling the Hero of Hyrule like a bride to be wed, he headed off toward the direction of...rest. Of some good rest. But of quality time with his newfound love and significant other, that thought still made him positively giddy.

The prince was courting...

He was really courting!]

Onward to our short journey.

[Giggling, Link whapped Sidon with their ankle, like with a horse. Or other rideable quadruped, like a stalhorse or a bear.]

Yah!

[The second best thing about being carried by Sidon was how high up Link was. Of course they were accustomed to seeing things from a high way up, usually while gliding, but moving consistently several feet off the ground felt quite different. Even the architecture took on different dimensions, suited more to Sidon's height than Link's. Amazing how something so simple could give Link an idea of his point of view.

Of course being held in the warm arms of their beloved was the best thing. Link felt so secure and even luxurious.]

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What You Mean to Me, Is Not Measurable (feat Link)

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headcanons? headcanons

Boy we headcanon 2nite

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translation: wow sidon thats Gay :^3c

he geyh

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