Spirit Tracks - oneshot
Spirit tracks means so much to me, it’s such a fun game and I love how Zelda is your companion. It makes her and Link’s relationship so interesting, and I love how much they care about each other :)
Also no way Zelda was okay after being a ghost for so long. no way.
Ao3 link
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Ever since Zelda had been a ghost, sometimes she’d get days like this.
She’d wake up and feel oddly distant from everything the moment her eyes opened, disconnected from her body even though she knew she was in it. She’d take a deep breath and prepare herself for a long day, then put on her itchiest dress in an effort to feel something.
In addition to that she’d pinch her arms, cross her knees if she was able to get away with it, and constantly squeeze her wrists, trying to convince her brain that yes, she was still in her body, thank you very much. It usually worked well enough for her to get through whatever her plans were for the day, until she could retreat back to her room and wait it out in private.
But not today.
Today her usual tricks weren’t working, the disconnect only seeming to grow worse and worse. And the longer Teacher went on about whatever he was saying, the more distant and murky Zelda felt.
She hadn’t told anyone about the days she felt off. It seemed silly to worry everyone about a problem that usually went away after a little while, and so far hadn’t been much of an issue. If Link was around he would sometimes catch her pinching her arm and give her hand a squeeze, but he was currently on the opposite side of the table from her, jotting notes and doodles on the papers in front of him.
Normally she’d peer around and try to see what he was drawing. But she was feeling more wrong by the second, like she was floating in place, unable to feel the chair under her or the floor beneath her feet.
Link didn’t typically sit in on her meetings, but this one happened to pertain more towards his area of expertise, and Zelda always valued his opinions. And hearing the ideas he’d always think of both during and afterwards always fascinated her as well. Link would always find some angle she hadn’t considered, and was amazing at finding seemingly simple solutions to things.
But today Zelda could barely focus on herself.
She breathed in shakily, and pinched her arm again, even though she couldn’t feel it at all. The councilman who was now speaking’s voice was nothing but a faint static in her ears, and her throat seemed tight, squeezing all the way down to her chest.
Come on Zelda, she begged herself as the numbness and panic spread. You’re okay, you’re okay you’re not a ghost again you’re okay—
Link happened to glance up and catch her eye, and his face went from one of slight boredom to concern almost immediately.
He tilted his head and gave her a look that silently said are you okay? and Zelda quickly gave him a nod, ignoring how she was positively freezing and numb, and the sensation was only spreading the longer she sat here.
Link did not seem convinced.
“Zelda, are you all right?” he asked out loud, interrupting Teacher and sending the table into silence as her council members all turned to look at her. She swallowed, clenching her fists ridiculously tight even though she couldn’t feel them, and gave a nod she tried to keep natural.
“I’m fine,” she said calmly, trying to hide the fact that she was pretty sure she was shaking, and her breath had started to come faster because she couldn’t feel herself breathing, and it was sending panic rising up in her chest but she couldn’t feel it—
She blinked and suddenly Link was by her side, looking into her eyes with an expression equally scared and concerned.
“Zelda, what’s wrong, are you okay?” he asked, voice worried, but when she opened her mouth to answer him all that came out was a panicked squeak.
Her limbs felt cold and numb, almost like they’d all simultaneously fallen asleep, and she swallowed for what must have been the hundredth time as she tried to stay calm. It had never gotten this bad before, not since she actually was a ghost.
What if it was somehow happening again?
What if something was pulling her out of her body right now?!
Her next breath caught in her throat, and she pinched at her arm again, exerting as much force as she could but she still couldn’t feel it no matter how hard she pushed. Link was saying something but there was just buzzing in her ears and the numbness just kept spreading—
Then something pulled her hand off her arm, and she could feel it.
Zelda looked down in surprise, staring blankly at her hands. Link had taken both of them in his, and was holding them tight, carefully rubbing his thumbs along the backs.
“It’s okay Zelda, you’re okay. Can you take a deep breath?” he asked, voice sounding distant, but rather panicked.
Zelda tried, and managed to suck some air in, but she still felt distant, cold and disconnected. The only thing she could really feel was Link’s warm skin against hers, and she tried desperately to focus on it as she let the breath out.
She breathed in again, rather shakily, and Link continued to hold her hands in both of his, gently rubbing them.
“Okay, okay. Can you keep breathing for me Zelda? Please?” he asked, voice tense but gentle.
She managed a nod, and Link turned to one of the council members standing nearby, asking him something Zelda didn’t catch.
“Just keep breathing Zelda,” Link said softly as he turned back towards her, “You’re here, you’re in your body and not a ghost, I promise.” He continued to rub her hands. “Just focus on what you can feel, not what you can’t.”
Zelda focused, trying to zero in on what few sensations she was getting from her body. Link’s hands against hers were the most obvious, but she thought she could sort of feel her hair brushing her face as well.
“M-my hands,” she started with, and Link gave them an encouraging squeeze.
“Good, okay, anything else?”
“My... hair?”
Link nodded encouragingly.
She focused on herself again, ignoring the parts of her still terrifyingly numb and focusing intensely on what parts she could faintly feel.
“My arm,” she whispered next, looking down at the few drops of blood on her wrist. It was where she’d been pinching herself earlier, and she’d obviously scratched deeper than she meant.
“That’s good,” Link encouraged, voice still holding a flicker of fear. “What else?”
Zelda told him, and Link spent the next few minutes carefully coaching her through focusing on every little sensation she could feel. Zelda’s breathing had finally begun to slow, and she was starting to feel much better, grounded and safe by the time someone else crouched by her side, one of the healers who worked in the castle.
She smiled at Zelda as she began to look her over, and the princess felt herself calm as Link continued to rub her palms.
She felt more solidly inside herself the longer Link held her hands, and by the time the healer had finished her quick look-over, she felt nearly back to normal. Aside from the tiredness and slight headache she always got after one of these spells, anyway.
The healer, content now that Zelda wasn’t going to suddenly faint or anything, gave the princess a pat on the arm, stating that she wanted to give her a more thorough check up just in case there was something she’d missed. Zelda couldn’t really find the words to tell her it wasn’t anything she was going to be able to find, but allowed herself to be escorted over to the infirmary anyway.
Link continued to hold her hand the entire way there.
He finally had to relinquish his hold for a little while while the healer examined Zelda, but the moment she was finished he was back by her side, taking her hand and giving her a little smile as the woman left.
They were silent for a bit as he rubbed small circles onto her palm.
“All clear?” he finally asked, voice gentle, and Zelda scuffed her feet.
“Essentially. She wants me to rest for the remainder of the day, and get someone if I feel numb at all. But she said I appear physically fine,” Zelda sighed. “Aside from a scratch or two. Just a little stressed.”
Link hummed in reply, running a thumb across where she’d been pinching herself earlier. There was a small bandage covering the mark, and Link traced slowly over it, careful and gentle. His gaze turned to the rest of her then, and Zelda looked out the window, ignoring the way his eyes lingered on her face.
“How long has this been happening?” he finally asked, voice quiet.
Zelda swallowed. “Pretty much ever since... you know,” she whispered, and Link squeezed her hand. “It doesn’t happen too often though. Today was the worst it’s been... Usually I can press through it.”
Link’s face turned even more worried, and Zelda mentally kicked herself, not wanting to have made him more concerned. He continued to rub his thumbs along her hands, and the both of them were silent for several long moments.
Until Link suddenly bobbed his head up, meeting her eyes with a determined look.
“I think you need to get away for a little while. Get out of this stuffy castle,” he declared with a determined voice.
Zelda blinked. “Get away?” she asked him in confusion, and his eyes twinkled.
“Want to go for a train ride, Princess?”
(...)
Despite the fact that the sun was already low in the sky and Zelda was exhausted from her spell, she eagerly agreed, and they set out at once in Link’s train.
They traveled across the grasslands in silence, Zelda staying up in the engine next to him. She didn’t bother asking where they were headed, knowing he likely already had somewhere in mind. And she was proven right when Link pulled the train to a stop at a little out-of-the-way station by the ocean, a few solitary gulls crying above their heads.
He knew how much she loved the sea.
Link gestured her out with a small grin, and the two of them walked over onto the sand, kicking off their shoes and stopping just shy of where the quiet waves were lapping onto the shore.
They stood there in silence for a long time, Link’s hand warm in hers as the waves spilled onto the sand. The sun had just barely sunk below the horizon, and the world was cast in the indigo light of dusk as they sat down, still silently observing the beach.
Zelda looked up at the single star that had so far revealed itself, and let out a small sigh.
“Thank you for bringing me out here Link,” she said quietly, breaking the silence. “You were right, I needed it. And I... I’m sorry if I scared you earlier.”
Link kept his hand in hers, the feel of his palm against her skin gentle and grounding.
“Yeah... a little,” he admitted after a moment, and she looked over at him, his brown eyes warm in the dusky light. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. I just... wish you’d said something before. We could’ve helped you sooner. Could’ve been helping you sooner. Then maybe today... it wouldn’t have been so bad.”
Zelda let out a slow breath, looking out over the rapidly-darkening waves that crashed against the shore.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
The last bit of the sun’s light finally faded away, and Zelda watched more stars begin to shine into view, a handful of constellations now visible. A cool breeze brushed past, and she shivered, glad she could feel it, but also wishing she’d brought a cloak.
Link obviously noticed though, and scooted up closer to her. A light blush tickled her cheeks, but she indulged in the hint, leaning against him and letting her head fall onto his shoulder.
“Thank you again, Link,” she whispered.
Link nodded, and hesitated before carefully putting his arm around her shoulder. Zelda froze in surprise, then relaxed, his arm warm and comforting.
They stayed there like that for a long time, silently watching the stars.
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