Thread: Dark Awakening (Shadows x Kaybee)

It had been a long time since anybody was unaware enough to mistake him for the actual Link, so the words of the Princess who seemed relieved at his very presence were enough to shake the on edge clone into further confusion over the situation. Enough so that his tenseness softened, at least to an extent where his repressed urge to strike out in defense of himself was slowly replaced by a need for answers, as those curious eyes lingered upon Zelda, before giving another looking over at the other women near her. While not seeming anywhere near so moved by his presence as her Princess had been, the woman that he would come to know as Impa was at least accepting of the man they thought to be the actual Link of an alternate world. Still, the clone could tell she was a clever woman, along with being a capable warrior, so he would need to watch himself around her. Then there was Linkle, which the clone became increasingly interested in upon finding out her story as he listened to Zelda weave their tale up to this point. The Dark Link could tell she wasnt quite convinced of him, nor was he exactly fond of her, especially after finding out who she was, but the clone kept such disdain hidden from view. After all, hed plenty of practice in masking his aggression toward someone due to constantly having to do so with his master the Ganon of his own world which had successfully taken rule over it long ago. Following Zeldas lead as he silently listened to her explain the situation, Link considered his own options, which had an ulterior motive of its own, yet did have the opportunity to yield an endgame that somewhat line up with their own hopes in the visiting hero. A chance at gaining the Master Sword, the very weapon which his own worlds Ganon quickly destroyed even after killing their Link, was a tempting enough incentive for the clone. But more so, a chance at being the one to slay the Ganon of this world a Ganon who held no direct power over him like his own master had - was a delicious substitute for those long held desires to usurp his lord and master back in his own realm. The one downside, of course, would be the necessity of pretending to be the actual Link, at least for the foreseeable future. It was a thought which kept a bad taste in the clones mouth, but the inevitable taste of revenge would surely help in washing that away, as Zelda spoke of her regret in asking him to take on another fight in this new world that they had pulled him into. Fortunately for the clone, he had some past experience in having to play the part of the actual Link, as he gave a soft smile to the Princess while assuring her, I have to admit, this is a lot to take in, your highness. But I know you well enough to realize you wouldnt have called me forth unless you had no other options for keeping your people safe. That much was at least true, as the clone could see much of his own Zelda within this one. So much so, that he braved a touch of boldness on his own part, by reaching to his side with the hand closest to her and taking it with a firm, yet surprisingly gentle grasp, while assuring, Ill do everything within my power to best serve you, Princess. And hopefully I can manage to meet your expectations. She felt soft, he thought to himself. She always looked soft and warm in his own world, but his master would never allow anyone else to touch her, nor would he dare to risk such a move in that world. But here it was a different matter, as his hand lingered into holding onto Zeldas for a few moments, before letting go just short of any potential awkwardness in the somewhat forward action. Perhaps there was another upside to his playing hero? One which went beyond gaining physical power and unleashing his long bottled rage upon a version of his master. As he continued to follow the Princess and her two lovely companions though the castle, the dark clone managed to just barely suppress the smirk which threatened to show upon his deceitfully friendly features, as his mind turned to thoughts of actions far beyond simple hand holding.