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Misato's apartment, at the same time. A room. A bed. Two teens are tucked under the sheets, wearing pajamas, sleeping peacefully in each other's arms. One of the two awakens.
The Children were curled up together on the sofa. Asuka was propped under Shinji's arm while Rei was lying across both their laps. All three of them were fast asleep.
They looked so utterly adorable that Misato's few lingering doubts about Asuka's grand plan were banished entirely. She decided to leave them undisturbed, and tiptoed off to bed... but not before she got her camera.
They looked so utterly adorable that Misato's few lingering doubts about Asuka's grand plan were banished entirely. She decided to leave them undisturbed, and tiptoed off to bed... but not before she got her camera.
By this time, the other two Warners found themselves on the island in the middle of the now frozen lake, cuddled together and sleeping soundly. Yakko was found holding his sister, as her tail curled around his legs, and his left hand in her right. They looked adorable in that moment, however Wakko paid no attention. You couldn't really blame them, it was 9pm.
Link wakes up slowly. He wakes up slowly, he wakes up comfortable, and he wakes up warm.
He wakes up cozy, holding a pillow, which is weird because he only has two and they’re both under his head.
So imagine his surprise when the pillow he’s holding makes a noise and shifts in his arms, when he feels toes brush his calf, and when he feels it sigh.
He opens his eyes and is met with a mess of blonde hair.
Zelda’s hair. Zelda, who is fast asleep in his arms. Zelda, who is definitely not a pillow.
Zelda, who makes a displeased noise when he lifts his arm from her stomach, who rolls over to face him, and who reaches for him.
She reaches for him, and when her fingers brush his shoulder she scoots close, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest with a content sigh.
Link stares down at her, frozen. He doesn’t dare breathe.
She’s wearing the Champion’s tunic. He already knew this, of course, he gave it to her for Hylia’s sake, but it’s just now sinking in that she’s wearing only his shirt in his bed. With him right next to her.
And the sun is streaming in from the window upstairs, bathing her in its soft, early morning rays, and she’s wearing his shirt in his bed and cuddling him while she sleeps-
It is-She is, quite possibly, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
He wakes up cozy, holding a pillow, which is weird because he only has two and they’re both under his head.
So imagine his surprise when the pillow he’s holding makes a noise and shifts in his arms, when he feels toes brush his calf, and when he feels it sigh.
He opens his eyes and is met with a mess of blonde hair.
Zelda’s hair. Zelda, who is fast asleep in his arms. Zelda, who is definitely not a pillow.
Zelda, who makes a displeased noise when he lifts his arm from her stomach, who rolls over to face him, and who reaches for him.
She reaches for him, and when her fingers brush his shoulder she scoots close, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest with a content sigh.
Link stares down at her, frozen. He doesn’t dare breathe.
She’s wearing the Champion’s tunic. He already knew this, of course, he gave it to her for Hylia’s sake, but it’s just now sinking in that she’s wearing only his shirt in his bed. With him right next to her.
And the sun is streaming in from the window upstairs, bathing her in its soft, early morning rays, and she’s wearing his shirt in his bed and cuddling him while she sleeps-
It is-She is, quite possibly, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
Literature
There is nothing like spending the night with a girl, even platonically, to remove a sense of constraint.
— The Case of the Constant Suicides, by John Dickson Carr
