faicinn_rocais (faicinn_rocais) wrote in areyougame, @ 2010-03-15 19:32:00 |
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[Legend of Zelda: Link/Dark Link] Dinner
Title: Dinner
Author: faicinn_rocais
Rating: T
Warnings: some language, thoughts of "murder"
Word count: 398
Prompt: 14- Legend of Zelda, Link/Dark Link: Cuckoos - "You actually like them?!"
Summary: Dark doesn't like the fluffy creature.
A/N: I had this done, and the prompt before it as well, when my computer crashed, and they were so well written, I did the "....omg that didn't happen....it did didn't it?....F it." So sorry it's very late.
Twilight was in full swing when he came back to camp to see Link cooing at the Enemy. His lighter half was skritching under the beasts waddles, and the demon creature had the audacity to coo in delight with lids half closed in what could only be interpreted as pleasure. Dark, who had a pitcher of water for their cook pot, looked on the pastoral scene in disgust.
“You actually like them?” he all but snarled. There was probably more vehemence in the statement than was strictly necessary, but he couldn’t see someone liking those smelly, lice and flea ridden, shit factories.
The cuckoo squawked, startled, startling Link as well who had been all to focused on the damn bird and not his own safety. Although, Dark had to admit, he had a danger sense that was almost supernatural with its precision and accuracy. Dark poured the water into the pot as
Link got their resident cuckoo hushed back to contentment. He sent him a look through lashes and bangs.
“You don’t?” He inquired.
“They’re smelly, they have fleas, they crow at ridiculous times of the day, and shit everywhere,” Dark elaborated.
“You like eggs though,” Link pointed out. “You go out of your way to eat them for breakfast with sausage whenever we’re in a town.”
“So?”
“Where do you think eggs come from?” Link inquired with a smile, scratching the Evil One where a dog’s ear would be.
Reddish eyes glared at the cuckoo, who cocked its head under his scrutiny and had the audacity to cluck at him. “Just because I like eggs, doesn’t mean I have to like where they come from.”
He could feel Link’s amused gaze as he set about making dinner. Stupid fucking Hero of Time. Even the damn horse liked the cuckoo for Din’s sake! The fucking bird slept on her withers and always crowed the dawn next to his ear, and had been for weeks now. It. Didn’t. Like. Him.
Which didn’t bother him too much, since he hated the damn evil creature right back.
He watched with disgust, stirring the soup, as Link played with the cuckoo; the Hero tossing it up in the air as said bird flapped frantically before he caught it again. Dark watched it for sometime before suddenly wondering when Link was going to bathe next.
They’d have poultry in their stew for certain.