poisesidon | What You Mean To Me, I Cannot Measure (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.]