So, last night I got stoned out of my mind and decided that the world really needed jazz arrangements of Zelda music, and that I was capable of doing them. This is my clumsy attempt at the “Serenade of Water” from Ocarina of Time.
Time passes, people move. Like a river’s flow, it never ends. A childish mind will turn to noble ambition. Young love will become deep affection. The clear water’s surface reflects growth. Now listen to the Serenade of water to reflect upon yourself.
Day 15- A scene in one of the “Legend of Zelda” games you cried over :: Queen Rutela’s Finale
I admit, I cry a lot when I play a Zelda game. I’m way to emotional when it comes to this series because of all the connections and “what if” thoughts in my head. But recently, I start crying whenever I hear Queen Rutela’s theme [especially when she gives Link the Zora armor] because it’s so calm and serene, plus it’s connected to Serenade of Water [and her name being Rutela, homage to Ruto]. I get a lot of OoT feels and plus it’s like “yo man, y u gotta be dead”. THANKS ZANT. YOU PRICK. And lets not forget how absolutely beautiful she is. PLUS I SOBBED EVEN MORE WHEN I SAW HER AT THE ENDING CREDITS LOOKING OVER RALIS. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. *starts crying again*
“Time passes, people move. Like a river’s flow, it never ends. A childish mind will turn to noble ambition. Young love will become deep affection. The clear water’s surface reflects growth. Now listen to The Serenade of Water to reflect upon yourself.”
Saying there’s no proof of HL together or even living together but ignoring: looks, touches, hugs, kisspers, whispers, body language, domesticity, protectiveness, supportiveness, dream team, interactions, finishing each other’s sentences, always knowing what the other is thinking of or is about to say, jealousy, body language when the other one’s PR relationships are brought up, fond, living situation, when we’re home, house in L.A., the fucking giddiness when they so much as look at each other, the bubble when they only focus on each other, Louis looking for Harry when he doesn’t know where he disappeared, Harry looking for Louis when he doesn’t know where he went, coordinating their fucking wee breaks on 2 hr long concerts, where’s Harry where’s Louis gone, even as young as you are, sharing clothes, jeans, t-shirts, etc, their reaction to rings-engagement-marriage topics, the being MIA at the same time and reappearing on the same day for years, the being sick at the same time while every other band member is healthy, the blue and green, the bandana, the sharing cars, sharing hotel rooms, having the same friends, the mirroring, the tattoos, those fucking tattoos, the song lyrics???, like helloooo, the lyric changes, the throat lozenge, the we’re both kinda generous with each other, the we kind of share that really, the good lad good lad nice lil body, the fucking aimh tweet, and the family’s reaction when it beat Obama’s, the paris imterview, the video diaries, the turning away to hide his smile Tomlinson because he was so gone, the Script concert, the jumping in your arms because our band got formed, their tweets to each other, the way Louis tweeted at the asscrack of dawn about something English then disappeared for mia days, the serenading, the kicking away water bottles so you don’t fall face down, the bringing a new water bottle because i see yours is empty, the hey cutie have a nacho, the serenading, the watching each other on the big screens, the goofing around in the monitors, the other boys’ outing them, their OWN moms outing them, their own family outing them, their own friends outing them, their own co-workers outing them, other celebrities outing them, how the whole fucking world knows about them, their same habits in everything, they are legit morphing into the same person, the nicknames they use, the orbiting on stage, the secret touches, the sign language, the meal, the left and right sides respectively tattooed then used in bed for example, the fucking little spoon information, the lipbiting when looking at the other one when he’s not watching, the bruises, the innuendos, the horse rider, the he has one, the salt and vinegar, the fucking bears, the denials being a joke, the receipts, home, if i could fly, strong, happily, don’t let me go, something great, the fucking narrative, the fucking no pic of them for years and only them, and this became a long list and it’s way more than you ever wished for.
But you put all this firm and long theory into all kinds of unrealistic challenges and it is ridiculous, really.
You are in situations in your life constantly when you have to make decisions, you look up at the sky 400000 times your life and you are making immediate assumptions when seeing dark clouds and making a logical deduction SHIT IT’S GONNA RAIN.
This list I put here is the longest fucking rainstorm with clouds so dark that the only thing darker is the brain of those people who are still in denial.
How during the whole scene a different version was playing in my mind…. what if it had been Isak and Even instead…
If Even had invited his boyfriend over to a romantic date. Probably starting with the cinema, Even letting Isak choose the movie. Gentleman always. Even though that didn’t matter much, as they were out of there after not even a half hour. Indeed the moment they were sitting next to each other, Even lacing their fingers together, brushing over isak’s hand so softly with his thumb. It was impossible to focus on anything else but this gentle caress going over and over. Like waves, starting at the edge of isak’s wrist, running through his veins, through his entire body, sending shivers down his spine. Isak instinctively closing his eyes, bathing in the feeling he had discovered first, sitting next to him, on a bench, their fingers brushing, as he didn’t even know Even’s name. Yet, the comfort this brief contact had brought to Isak. He would never forget, as it was here once again. Except as they were sitting in the dark back then, today no more walls, no more curtains, the sun was shining just above them. And when Isak finally opened his eyes again, looking up, he was greeting him. With the brightest of light, smiling so wide, his Sun, his Even.
It didn’t take much for the two lovebirds to quickly rush out of the cinema, in loud giggles as their hands had never let go of each other. Even leading him towards the nearest beach. The sun was about to set and there wasn’t more precious spectacle mother Nature could offer than this one. Except maybe a sunrise. And this one, Even knew too well. It actually happened the first time, when he entered Nissen, and saw this ridiculous boy in his red snapback, the very one holding him whole today. Isak had been his first glimpse of light into this endless night. His first breath of life in that swimming pool, as they were now getting near the water again. Even couldn’t help but sweeping Isak off his feet, pulling him a bit closer towards him. Forehead against forehead, looking so intensely into those two esmeralds, Isak litteraly taking his breath away. Their lips now so close to one another, Even could feel his warm and soothing breath. Inhaling Isak in, filling his lungs, filling his whole heart. Even’s legs were shaking a bit, and as if Isak could sense it, he took now both Even’s hands in his. I’m right here. Letting Even make the last step in his direction though, not rushing, reveling in the moment with him. Until finally, as the sea was rising, reaching their feet, the waves also ran through the two boys, now kissing. Soft, so soft, Even’s hand caressing over Isak’s cheek with his thumb. For so long, Even had felt like he would only ever suffocate upon this earth, but now he knew, this hand still holding his would always be at the surface waiting for him, to lift him up. Isak truly had saved him. I know you are here.
Soon enough, as they were now sitting on the sand, their feet still serenaded by the water, the sun going lower and lower in the sky, painting it with soothing orange and pink, such a perfect reflection of Even’s heart. As he was now head resting upon Isak’s laps, in between his legs. Isak tenderly swirling over his soft hair, actually more focused by the spectacle going right over his laps than over the horizon. Bending a little so their noses would now touch upside down, Isak ended up kissing over Even’s forehead. For Isak, who had always been fascinated by the universe, there was truly nothing more majestic than living it through Even’s eyes. As if everything was its own movie, the seagulls flying high in the sky, was like, for him, finally the sun setting himself free for one more day, letting way to its soulmate, the Moon. As if he had waited his entire life for this moment, for this man. The best thing that ever happened in Isak’s life. And the swans that were soon about to reach them, it was actually just two of them, necks intertwined as their fingers were still. Now, it was Isak’s turn to share a little tale, and not a scientific one though. Sharing one very romantic fact about swans, how once they find a mate, it lasts their whole life. Even finally sitting up, he had to see him. Like you and me.Du er den eneste.
The night now completely upon them, and first stars starting to glow above their heads, Isak and Even had finally stood up and kept on walking upon the beach, until reaching the docks. It was now Isak who brought him on a bench. He had been aware for weeks now so much had been weighing upon Even’s chest, and Isak had tried his best to reassure him. Through the most simple of gestures. At night, holding Even always a bit tighter than the previous one. Texting him a bit more than usual, though they were anyway constantly on their phones throughout the day. But adding more red hearts. Holding his hand as soon as he could. Just making sure Even knew he was there for whatever storm may come, be it from outside or inside. Du er ikke alene And indeed, he knew Even well, because that was the prior reason he had invited Isak over on this date. This entire evening spent together had brought Even such peace. When for weeks upon weeks, it had been so loud in his mind, but there, during those few hours, it had felt so quiet. And it was now upon them. Looking down, his voice more like a whisper, Even was finally opening up this door. The one keeping the last traces of his night. This same one through no light could ever pierce through, and yet as Isak was now holding tighter of his hand, stars Even could finally get a glimpse of. The whisper now getting a bit more louder, as he was still speaking about his past. To the moment where he felt one last rush of fear about to sink him in, tears rolling down his cheeks. One of Isak’s hand now placing itself under his chin and lifting Even’s head up. Here they were once again, forehead against forehead. He was okay. He was safe. He was alive. And thinking in a period of his life, he wished to simply stop breathing. The words being too heavy, so Isak took them right off his mouth, kissing Even, so intensely. Using his last bits of strenght to hug him as close as he could, like trying to, instead of two, finally becoming one. Even finally calming down, as Isak’s arms were now rubbing his back, letting that last drop get out. He was free.