Two random pics and a short, -short- drabble.

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I was bored, that's all the excuse I have.

These aren't Shink, per se, but... well, they dragged a chuckle out of me.

Annoying.

Best Evil Lord Ever.

Credit goes to Makani, from accioBRAIN.

(I'll remove the post if people don't like it of course.)

Sheikah are temperamental creatures. They don't take well on most things... and those few things they do take well to, are often neglected for the sake of duty. Link knew it was not going to be an easy feat, when he started the relationship, but it didn't mean he had to like it. He knew the value of sacrifice, though and kept his insecurities and complains to the back of his mind, where they could do no harm. He said nothing when weeks passed without notice of him, when he woke up alone after a late night meeting, when he felt it was only physical contact the other craved.

But then he would find details that reminded him otherwise. A bottle refilled out of nowhere, a few rupees, perhaps even something so silly as a scratch of paper with a hastily scribed 'be well' on it. Details, the one thing Sheikah were undoubtedly good at.

Link spent a lot of time alone, saving the world and whatnot. But in those cold nights in the fields... he always had his details to keep him warm.