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Commission for ~elendraug , based on her fic [not inevitable / not irreversible]
;.; Read it. Comment. Love. ♥ Your inner Link x Midna fan will love you for it.
FIC IS BACK
Read it here: www.fanfiction.net/s/5088009/1… or here: archiveofourown.org/works/2260…

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A snippet from her fic:

The technique took him a decade to master, and even now, it's not perfect. Link lands hard on the ground, and it's not immediately clear where he is. Once he opens his eyes and sees the sky, however, there's no doubt in his mind.

Frantically -- he's waited far, far too long for this -- he runs through the courtyard and up the ramp to the palace, not even acknowledging the startled Twili that he rushes past. This time around, the platforms are easier to navigate; the city's transportation is fully functional without waiting for his prompting. The final ledge that lifts him up to the throne room is the hardest part to bear; after what seemed like a lifetime of longing to return here, the last few minutes are that much more difficult to handle.

Wrenching open the door, Link ignores the guards that immediately flock toward him, shoving them out of his way and sprinting up the stairs toward the tall, elegant figure seated in the elaborate, elevated place of honor. Midna gasps audibly and starts to rise, but Link's too fast. He throws himself into her lap, kneeling before her and crying against the fabric of her sarong.

"Midna," he manages to choke out, resting his cheek against her thigh. "This is much too late of a 'later.' "

Overwhelmed, she pulls the hat away from him in a swift, impulsive gesture. She ducks her head, buries her nose in his hair, and cries along with him. In her eagerness to hold him, she reaches too far and decides to give up on the throne altogether. She, too, falls to her knees and pulls him into such a tight hug that both of them find it difficult to breathe.

"Link," she says, her voice nearly cracking. "Link. I've regretted every second since I, since the Mirror--" She cups his cheek, runs her fingers through his hair, as if to make sure he's real, that she's not just hallucinating. Her eyes are even redder than usual, and she sniffs heavily. "I've missed you so much, I could just die."

The other Twili are utterly silent.

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Drawn in PaintToolSai / A spice of coloured from Photoshop

Description
Commission for ~elendraug , based on her fic [not inevitable / not irreversible]
;.; Read it. Comment. Love. ♥ Your inner Link x Midna fan will love you for it.
FIC IS BACK
Read it here: www.fanfiction.net/s/5088009/1… or here: archiveofourown.org/works/2260…

---
A snippet from her fic:

The technique took him a decade to master, and even now, it's not perfect. Link lands hard on the ground, and it's not immediately clear where he is. Once he opens his eyes and sees the sky, however, there's no doubt in his mind.

Frantically -- he's waited far, far too long for this -- he runs through the courtyard and up the ramp to the palace, not even acknowledging the startled Twili that he rushes past. This time around, the platforms are easier to navigate; the city's transportation is fully functional without waiting for his prompting. The final ledge that lifts him up to the throne room is the hardest part to bear; after what seemed like a lifetime of longing to return here, the last few minutes are that much more difficult to handle.

Wrenching open the door, Link ignores the guards that immediately flock toward him, shoving them out of his way and sprinting up the stairs toward the tall, elegant figure seated in the elaborate, elevated place of honor. Midna gasps audibly and starts to rise, but Link's too fast. He throws himself into her lap, kneeling before her and crying against the fabric of her sarong.

"Midna," he manages to choke out, resting his cheek against her thigh. "This is much too late of a 'later.' "

Overwhelmed, she pulls the hat away from him in a swift, impulsive gesture. She ducks her head, buries her nose in his hair, and cries along with him. In her eagerness to hold him, she reaches too far and decides to give up on the throne altogether. She, too, falls to her knees and pulls him into such a tight hug that both of them find it difficult to breathe.

"Link," she says, her voice nearly cracking. "Link. I've regretted every second since I, since the Mirror--" She cups his cheek, runs her fingers through his hair, as if to make sure he's real, that she's not just hallucinating. Her eyes are even redder than usual, and she sniffs heavily. "I've missed you so much, I could just die."

The other Twili are utterly silent.

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Drawn in PaintToolSai / A spice of coloured from Photoshop