17) Flowers, Contest Submission Thread

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Thread for submitting all drabbles under the theme 'Flowers' .

[SirJoshizzle]

Category: Flowers
Setting: AU--present-time Hyrule
Point of View: Link
Tense: Present
Word Count: 606

Kiss From a Rose
SirJoshizzle

If Zelda were a flower, she'd be a rose, hands down.

Zelda is the most beautiful woman I've ever met, much like how the rose is considered the most fragrant and beautiful of all flowers. But Zelda has built a reputation as being... an ice queen, for lack of a better term. She flirtatiously leads guys on. Most guys I know call her unapproachable... like how a rose is difficult to hold with all its thorns.

I personally don't see the resemblance between her and a rose in that negative comparison. To me, Zelda is sweet, caring, and a down-to-earth girl--the same girl I met when we were twelve, fifteen years ago. She's my best friend. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Knock, knock," I hear a voice call outside my bedroom door.

"Come in, Zelda," I smile, and the door slowly opens with Zelda's head poking in.

"Hey you," she smiles, walking into the room with a vase of champagne colored roses. "How are you feeling?"

"Sick," I reply weakly. She just giggles, walking over to me and placing the vase on my nightstand.

"I got these for you," she says. "To make the room smell less... like a sick person."

"Thanks," I laugh as I close my eyes for a second when she lays a kiss on my forehead.

"And mom made you some hot soup," she says, pulling out a plastic container filled with soup and noodles.

"Tell her I said thanks," I smile as she rests it next to the flowers, laying a pair of black lacquered chop sticks on top of the lid.

"...So what have you been up to lately other than stay in bed?" She asks, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress.

"Sleeping," I reply bluntly. "Grading my students history papers." I point to the foot of the bed where a stack of essays on the Imprisoning War lay. "Reading a few books..."

"Today felt like it dragged on forever, hasn't it?" She smirks knowingly at me, and I nod, groaning miserably.

"It sucks to be sick," I shake my head, sniffling softly.

"You'll be better in a day or two," she nods. "You're looking a lot better compared to a few days ago."

I smile softly as I think back to Monday, when my nose was redder than a tomato, my eyes were so tired to the point that my bags had bags, and the whole room spun every time I blinked. "I still feel like crap."

She just laughs, taking my cold hand in her warm palm. I look up at her with a serene expression as she smiles comfortingly down at me. She leans forward into me, gently pressing her lips against mine.

"Mmm..." I moan softly as she pulls away, tucking strands of her long blonde-brown hair behind her ears. "What was that for?"

"...A get-well present," she winks, getting up from the bed.

My face falters slightly, though a smirk is still upon my lips. "Does that mean it wasn't a sign you like me?"

She says nothing. She jsut picks up her purse and walks over to the door and opens it. Before she closes the door, she smiles and tilts her head to the side.

"It would have been... But you have sick people breath, and that's unattractive."

I just groan playfully, and she laughs softly. "I'll see you later, Link."

"Bye," I wave to her, chuckling, and she's gone.

Damn, I thought she was serious... That's Zelda for you, I guess. A beautiful girl she is...

But even her kisses sting, just like a rose.

[Angel Zelda]

Zelink Theme #17: Flowers
Title: Flowers for the Princess
Words: 102

Zelda’s breath caught in her throat as Link finally let her open her eyes and she saw the surprise he had for her.

Zelda was looking at a large bouquet of white flowers--lilies, she thought they were.

“L-Link!” Zelda took the flowers into her hands and smelled them. “They’re beautiful!”

Link’s face flushed and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I’m not much of a flower person, but I thought you might like them.”

Zelda looked at him. “I love them! Thank you.” She happily kissed his cheek.

Link blushed at gesture. “You’re welcome, Zelda,” he murmured.

[Alantie]

Theme: Flowers
Title: Unique
Words: 201


For her birthday, Zelda had received many bouquets of flowers from friends, servants, subjects, and admirers. Each and every one had been professionally arranged in glass vases with ribbons and colorful wrappings. They had come from flower shops that specialized in such things, growing blooms especially for formal arranging. Each flower was perfect, sweet scented, with a card tucked carefully among them with the name of the sender. All of the arrangements were the same. Except for one.

These flowers were not grown in greenhouses. They came from the wild, perhaps Hyrule field or even from the forest. Unique, imperfect, and all varieties, they were tied carefully with a long pink ribbon and placed carefully in a simple bottle, perhaps one from Lon Lon Ranch. These had been gathered by hand, selected carefully as was the card, a handwritten message along with the signature.

Despite all the expensive bouquets, this one was the one that touched Zelda’s heart the most. For all its simplicity, it was the most heartfelt and the sender had spent a lot of time on it. These flowers meant more to her than any of the rest, for like Link, they were wild, beautiful, and completely unique.

[gr33n_sl33ves]

Title: A Little Bit Delierious
Theme: Flowers
Wordcount: 843
Genre: General
Setting: AU
Rating: PG

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Zelda knew she should feel grateful for the flowers, because really, they were a thoughtfully gesture. They had been sent to her on the combined efforts of nearly everyone she knew, the overflowing bouquet spilling over with both flowers and well wishes. But in her illness induced state, it felt as though the flowers were mocking her, joyfully exclaiming, "Enjoy your sickness!"
Stupid freaking flowers.
And stupid freaking cold.
Zelda liked to consider herself a pretty healthy person. She didn't skip meals, she made sure those meals were nutritious, she took her vitamins, got plenty of exercise, and slept normal hours. She was only a pound or two over the ideal weight for her body type, and that was only because muscles weighed more than fat. Point in fact, the only fat she really had on her were in certain lady places that were generally known to draw the eye of the opposite sex.
So when she became suddenly and violently ill, it had really thrown her for a loop.
It also infuriated her to no end, because she ended up getting so sick that she wound up in the hospital. Then her aggravation rose to new and fascinating levels when the doctors declared that they weren't really sure what she was suffering from, only that it was flu-ish. Flu-ish. If she hadn't been suppressing the urge to projectile vomit when the doctors told her this, she would have leaped out of bed and slapped them all silly.
(Zelda was a firm believer in slapping. While punches did indeed leave more physical damage, a slap had class. And if you responded to a slap with anything other than stoic silence, you were immediately branded as a complete and utter jerk.)
And so, because of the indecisiveness of a bunch of wankers in lab coats, she had been in the hospital for the better part of a month, poked and prodded and as miserable as all get-out.
Zelda hated being sick, and she hated hospitals even more. Half the time she wanted to scream, and half the time she wanted to race around the halls in a wheelchair propelled by fire extinguishers. But most of all, she wanted to get out of there, because she was beginning to believe the hospital was driving her mad.
Fevers and things were known to mess with people's heads, but she knew her cold (no, her flu-ish condition) couldn't be all to blame for the time she had caught herself having an intense conversation about the origins of the universe with her bedside table.
(Drapes were better listeners, but tables were always willing to debate.)
The only bright spots during her hospital stay were the days when she felt markedly better than the day before, and the days her friends came to visit. They had been prohibited at first, when the doctors feared she might be contagious, but when nobody developed similar symptoms, she was deemed approachable.

"Hey there, you're looking better!" Link had proclaimed cheerfully upon entering her room.
"Yeah, better enough to run circles around you," she had croaked, her voice raw and slightly phlegmy, "And I sound so pretty."
Link had laughed at that, pulling up a chair beside her bed. They talked for hours, the topics ranging from what was going on in the outside world, to what they would do if they inexplicable became rulers of the world.
(Zelda was going to institute a law where stupid driving was punishable by death, and Link was going to slap a hefty fine on any child who threw a needless screaming fit in any public place.)
She wasn't sure when it happened, but she knew she fell asleep some time during Link's visit, because she awoke to darkness and his empty chair. She wasn't overly perturbed by this, because it wasn't the first time such a thing had happened during her hospital stay. Another reason she couldn't feel too upset was because Link had left her a gift.
On the table where the nurses usually left the Styrofoam substances the hospital tried to pass off as food, there was a vase with a single flower and an old leather-bound book.
The flower was a large white daisy, with pipe cleaner arms and a manic grin taped to the center of the bloom. The flower man was holding up a little sign that read "Fight the Power!" in one hand, while the other was pointing at the book. Zelda grinned a grin to match that of the flower as she grabbed the book, eagerly flipping it open. Inside, instead of pages, was a hollowed out little space, which was currently housing an assortment of chocolate.
As Zelda bit into the first of many chocolaty delights, she decided that she was better able to appreciate flowers when they brought her offerings of candy, even if they were bullied into it by the ever-conscientious Link.
She had to remember to thank him properly once she was fully recovered. She wondered if he liked flowers who came with lingerie?