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mmelete · 14 days ago

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@rileymorph hi! I wrote a snippet about your blue and vio comic and i wanted to share it with you! Heads up, this is very very very inspired from your comics, most times word for word, but I started reading the four swords manga because your art/comics of the Links! I gotta write more of these guys, their dynamics are so fun.

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Something is wrong with Blue.

Others might’ve ignored Blue’s dismissive behavior, or mistake it as Blue being simply focused. Or maybe people assume that he’s finally gotten over being pissed at every minor inconvenience—which is wrong. Sure, Blue is rash on occasion. But his passion can power cities and conquer hordes of monsters that would send other knights screaming for the hills. It’s a strength that Vio can’t help but admire, especially in times of trouble. Vio has heard the occasional training yard rumor from fellow knights about Blue’s prickly attitude. But all rumors are quickly extinguished by bringing up the countless times that Blue has saved their asses from danger. He’s not rash. He’s straight forward and fierce.

Vio isn’t rash either. He totally doesn’t start overthinking everything Blue does throughout the week. He’s being completely logical and reasonable about this, obviously. Vio notices Blue slouching through their daily activities, barely engaging in conversation and refusing to join in his sibling’s arguments (which is a little insulting, to be honest). Something’s wrong and Vio can’t figure out what. Is he sick? Not eating or sleeping well?

He can’t get an answer and nobody else has either. Even Zelda tried her best to encourage Blue to open up, only to make him turn defensive and become awfully deceptive.

Vio waits outside of the knight training, leaning against a wall with a smirk that he knows Blue despises. Is it necessary? Perhaps not, but he does it anyway.

“Hey,” Vio baits, crossing his arms and counting the milliseconds as he expects Blue to react.

“Hey,” Blue returns, barely giving him a glance as he stalks away in silence.

An arrow of gloom pierces Vio’s chest and he metaphorically collapses to his knees. What!? Blue didn’t say anything—I’m not even supposed to be here and he just ignored me?! I feel like such a loser!

Vio huffs, turning back the way he came and looking over his shoulder just in case Blue comes back. He doesn’t.

Stubborn ass, Vio thinks furiously. Why won’t he talk to anyone?

And why won’t he talk to Vio? Of all the colors, Blue seems to instinctively pick him in most situations. Mostly in arguments, because Vio sure as hell won’t back down from a fight. Vio has long accepted his natural pettiness. So in the moment, there’s a tiny, tiny part inside of Vio that wants to shout, “Fine, Blue! Be like that, then! Hope you’re having fun!”

But Blue is his brother. Beyond the brief moment of frustration, Vio is smart enough to realize something has to be really, really wrong for him to act like this. I have to figure this out.

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Vio’s been pestering me all week, and now he’s stalking me?

Blue has half a mind to storm up to Vio and demand what his problem is. Why the hell did Vio show up after training that he wasn’t supposed to be there for, grinning like the stupid idiot he is, waiting for Blue to finish? Now he’s following him to the gardens, not even trying to be subtle about it! That purple freak is practically asking for a free punch to the face!

But Blue thinks better of it. He can’t risk another rumor about his unstable behavior, especially on castle grounds. In a few hours, Blue can confidently prove that yes, he can go an entire day without overreacting. He only shouted a few times, but he’s kept his frustration in his head for the most part. Except for when that trainee nearly sliced her own hand off—Blue had to lecture her. His anger was for her safety—why can’t people understand that? He wasn’t a monster for yelling, he needed her to understand how dangerous she acted! Plus, he’s made so much progress from when he was younger!

But Vio, Green, and Red have made so much more progress than I have. People love them as heroes, but I…I’m not a diplomatic leader like Green. I don’t understand a thing about Red’s emotional intelligence that people praise him for. I’m not smart, cunning, and collected like Vio is. Even if he is stupidly obnoxious, he’s still better than me.

They’re all better than me, and everybody knows it.

Blue pounds his feet into the gravel path, instantly regretting his decision to calm down by walking around very breakable pots. He should honestly go home but he doesn’t want to be angry there either. He hasn’t pissed Green off all week and coming home with pent-up, misplaced frustration is exactly what an immature brat would do.

“He’s a ticking time bomb.”

“He’s scary!”

“Scary? He’s just a brat!”

“He lets all that hero stuff get to his head.”

“He’s too old to be throwing tantrums. He needs to grow up, learn some discipline.”

“Gods, it’s hard to believe that he’s Link. Link never acted out like he does.”

Blue Link isn’t like the others

Am I even a hero at all?

“Blue! Hey, wait up!”

Vio decides now is the time to pretend like he hasn’t been following Blue and dashes to his side, propping a hand on his hip. “What are you doing out here anyways? Red’s making your favorite curry tonight, and you’ve got to be hungry after training.”

“Uh, no, I’m fine. Why are you here?”

Vio frowns. “It’s dinnertime and instead of coming home, you’re being shady and kicking rocks like they’ve personally offended you.”

“I’m not kicking rocks,” Blue fights to keep his voice at an acceptable volume. “I’m walking.”

“I can see your footprints in the ground.”

“It’s muddy.”

“It can’t be muddy because this is gravel, not dirt. And it rained three days ago. It’s completely dry. You’re the one stomping all over the place—”

“I don’t ‘stomp all over the place’! I’m walking!”

Come on, Blue! Pull yourself together. Be like Green. This fight isn’t worth it.

Vio’s eye twitches. “Stop clenching your jaw, Blue.”

“Shut up,” Blue immediately fires back.

Vio looks ready with another sarcastic point, but his expression changes from annoyance into something that looks more Red’s face. He sighs. “I’m worried about you.”

“Worry about yourself,” Blue retorts, grinding his teeth extra loud for his brother’s enjoyment.

“Bah!” Vio huffs. He points a finger to Blue’s chest, tapping on it to emphasize each insult. “You are the most stubborn, thick-headed person I know. You do nothing but infuriate me! You’re being weird and you know it!”

“I infuriate you?” Blue replies.

Of course you do, the rumors whisper. You infuriate everybody.

“I know something is bothering you,” Vio continues, “so quit your tough guy act and tell me what your problem is!”

“Fine!” Blue snaps. “You wanna know what my problem is? It’s you, Vio! You’re the damn problem! You don’t think that I notice that you intentionally try to piss me off? Goddesses. You act so like you’re smarter than the rest of us, that you know better. You’re the reason why all the other knights think I’m so messed up!”

“Watch what you say around him. He’s a little unstable.”

“You’re such a prick!” Blue seethes. “And I hate you for it!”

“Have you seen the way he talks to other knights? It’s unsightly!”

“You bring out the worst in me!”

“Immature.”

“This might shock you, but I’m not stupid! I hear the things people say about me. About how I’ve got anger issues, that I need to keep my behavior in check—”

“Untamed.”

“--l-like I’m just some animal! But dammit, I’m trying! I’m trying to keep my shit together, I’m trying to…to be–!”

The bubble in Blue’s throat burns as his voice cuts off, hot tears racing down his cheeks while he takes a step back. To his horror, Blue is sobbing—about what, anymore? About the rumors? About Vio? Goddesses, he can’t go a single day without lashing out!

Vio only stares and somehow that’s even more awkward. Blue can feel his body trembling from where he stands, his shoulders shaking as he tries to finish his own goddamn sentence, but he can’t make himself speak anymore. Blue scowls. He’s just proved exactly why the rumors exist in the first place! He’s the problem, it’s—!

“Hey…” Vio says slowly.

“Stop,” Blue interrupts whatever Vio has planned to say next. “Just leave, okay? I want…I want to be by myself.”

Blue turns, furiously scrubbing at his eyes that can’t seem to stop crying and sits a few feet away. Blue can sense Vio still somewhere nearby, that little prick. He knows, okay? He knows he’s been so, so stupid–Vio doesn’t have to rub it in!

“Alright,” Vio eventually mutters. There’s footsteps, and then briefly, complete silence, aside from Blue sniffling as he attempts to wipe away all evidence of his breakdown. He shuts his eyes—this always happens, it’s like a fucking cycle that I can’t get out of!--until he hears shuffling noise close by. Too close.

“Wh-why are you still here!?” Blue demands as Vio crouches besides him, knees pulled to his chest as he stares at the ground with his typical blank, slightly bored resting face.

“Because, technically,” Vio starts. “I am you, and you are me. So you are still, technically, by yourself.”

“Are you fucking joking right now?”

“I am 100% serious.”

“You little—”

“Blue, listen to me,” Vio interrupts. He scoots closer, eyebrows pinched together in concern. “Nobody thinks that stuff about you.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Blue grumbles, wiping away another stray tear.

“I’m not,” Vio defends.

Blue snorts, but it only sounds like a broken garble of laughter. “I’ve heard what they say with my own ears. Don’t think about telling me otherwise.”

Vio purses his lips, hesitating for a moment before deflating with a sigh. He stares at the ground again. “Okay, fine. You’re the most abrasive, short-fused person I’ve met in my whole life. And yeah, I’ve heard people mention it too. But you’re also the most loyal, strong-willed, and passionate person I know, and I’ve heard people say those things just as often, if not more.”

Blue pulls his knees closer to his chest, keeping his gaze downwards as Vio continues.

“I think,” Vio whispers, “a lot of what you said is…what you’ve been telling yourself.”

Blue jumps to his feet, instantly ready to reply, “so what? It’s all true! I see the way you, Green, and Red have changed. But I can’t! How–how am I supposed to call myself a proper hero when I keep acting like some kind of…brute?”

“Sometimes you need that in a hero.”

Blue blinks, taken aback by Vio’s words. The violet hero holds Blue’s glare, refusing to let go until he’s gotten his point across.

Vio crosses his arms. “Remember when we had to fight dad?”

Where exactly is he going with this? “Y-yeah…?”

“I couldn’t do it,” Vio confesses. “Neither could Red. And honestly, I doubt Green would've done it in the end. But you, Blue, you’re the toughest one out of all of us. And I’m confident that with you and the rest of us, we can get through anything. It’s that fire of yours that makes you a hero.”

Blue blinks, left utterly speechless. Vio really just…counteracted everything Blue had been telling himself for months in less than a minute. And Vio knows he's right. His smug but earnest smile says plenty.

“And that’s exactly why I go out of my way to piss you off on purpose,” Vio finishes with his cat-like smirk. “Gotta keep that fire burning!”

“What the fuck,” Blue states. “You really waste no time getting back to status quo, huh.” “Like I said,” Vio grins, “gotta keep the fire going!”

“You suck.”

Vio laughs, slinging an arm around Blue’s shoulders. “But seriously. Don’t forget anything I said, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Blue waves a hand, letting Vio guide him back inside. Two smiles meet each other. “...Thanks, Vio.”

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