omg what if john mayer were hylian and had a crush on malon

We sat like that long into the night; he strumming his guitar and my crooning along, pretending that I knew the words. The music hovered around us like perfume in the air, like a cloud, like a blanket. We tasted it, our voices coming together for a line or so before it drifted away from us again and we descended back into silence.

I lay my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes, trying in vain to make the moment last forever. The crickets would chirp, the moon would shine, the leaves would rustle, and we'd sit together for eternity.

Jaun shrugged his shoulder, jostling me from my mind wanders. "Here, your turn," he explained as he passed the guitar into my arms. "Play for bit. Something from home."

My fingers danced over the strings absently as I searched the night for a song. My eyes fell once again on the young man sitting so close to me and I let them linger dangerously.

In our first few minutes we had shared as much as we could, babbling so fast that remembering to breath was a task. He was twenty-two years old and autumn born with brown eyes and dark hair and freckles in odd places. He had gathered an impressive collection of tattoos; only a few were in places appropiate for me to view. He sang for money, travelling through the kingdoms in search of fortune and fame and love. He smiled when he talked, his full lips quirking up and making me inhale sharply. Jaun was the man that I had pictured when I was young and still innocent, without blood in my dreams and tears in my memories. He was me in male form; music in the veins and silly elation in the mind.

The strings were silk under my fingers. It had been ages since my guitar had been broken for kindling, but I remembered without hesitation how to play. In my arms the guitar was like a child, loved and cared for with all the power within me.