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Because Sheik always insists he is fine: misfit. getting out of bed too soon, insisting they feel much better, and collapsing / passing out.
* REST PROMPTS | @shelkah
Shi couldn’t quite remember the last time he had actually slept. Time had started to blur together and every day seemed to meld seamlessly into the next. It had been... it had been evening when the attack had first happened, and Shi was certain he hadn’t been able to get Sheik to somewhere safe and start binding his injuries until the sun had started to rise, and he was certain it had set yesterday because he could clearly recall fighting off the reanimated dead to keep them from getting into the camp.
Two-- three days ago? Or more...
It was understandable that he was exhausted and starting to nod off. Shi had been seated beside the sleeping mat where Sheik was stretched out on, legs and arms crossed and head tilted forward, chin tucked to his chest. Slowly, so slowly, he was slipping asleep, and in a few moments-
A sudden noise had his head jerking upright as red eyes snapped out and looked around in sudden panic. Something that was supposed to resemble a word came from him as Shi scrambled to try to find his knife when it sunk in that it had just been Sheik. The panic shifted into worry and irritation as Shi leaned forward, moving to be on his knees as he reached out to push the other back.
“What the fuck are you doing, idiot? You’re not getting up until I check your wounds again.”
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[sleepy] @ twi
❣️ SOFT INTERACTIONS ! | @memoriesofthewild
Link had been trying to pretend that he was not tired for oh so long, and it was clear that it was going to be a failure. Twi could only sit there and watch him, mouth pulled into a slight smile as he waited for the inevitable to happen. Oh, he could say something. He could point out the tragedy and disaster that was about to happen. But to make mention of it would stop it; Link would do something drastic like... get up and move.
He stayed quiet but watched carefully as Link’s head bobbed up and down as he fought desperately to keep a hold of the one thing that was slowly, slowly, slipping away from him...
When Link pitched to the side Twi was ready, and easily shifted his arms up to make it nice and easy for the other to just collapse into his lap. Twi smiled gently as he carefully reached out to slightly run his fingers through the other’s hair.
“Get some sleep Link,” he murmured out softly. “Ya need it.”
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10. “You shouldn’t be moving around so much. You’ll pop your stitches.” (From Kira to HW Link, maybe? ^w^)
RECOVERING FROM INJURY SENTENCE STARTERS | @nycttophilic
She was right, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it!
Getting Link to sit still was like trying to carry water in your hands. It was possible, but it could never be done well and would always fail before long. Equally it was a frustrating and thankless task; Link just was not a man who enjoyed laying around and not moving, let alone not being productive.
He had always been moving. First in his training to be a soldier, then when he had become the Hero of Hyrule. There had never been much of a carefree childhood than he could recall before starting his training, but even those brief, short periods were punctuated with constant-- doing. Running and climbing trees and playing in the dirt.
Link huffed before eyeing Kira with an expression that could almost be described as calculating. “... so?” Popping his stitches wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened to him, and it also wouldn’t be the first time that had occurred.
Emboldened by this, he stood (and winced, but did his best to hide that). “Stop me, then.”
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The blond stifled a laugh upon the fae’s antics, watching as she SOARED effortlessly through the air around him before retreating back to that of his mirror image. With the pieces finally beginning to fall into place, he couldn’t help the feeling of pure euphoria beginning to settle within him, bubbling in his stomach and FLUTTERING through his chest. Finally– the answers were finally in front of him.
“I… I think we… Um…” Sapphires flickered aside in a moment’s uncertainty, before returning to that of the gravestone before them with STEELED determination. “I think we have to dig!”
It was… a terrible thought, really, to disrupt one’s final resting place, but there was no doubt about the whereabouts of what they sought: Dampé’s grave held the aforementioned treasure they needed for their task. It was of great IMPORTANCE that they unearthed it, though for what, exactly, he still didn’t know. Whatever this treasure was, however, he knew it was meant for the green-clad stranger who stood beside him now.
“I… I remember they sealed the grave with concrete though.” Ah, suddenly shoulders were sagging in preemptive acceptance to defeat, recalling the workers having laid stone after stone and sealing it with GENEROUS helpings of the hardening mixture, before then piling dirt and earth on top of it’s dried surface. “U-unless… unless you have anything to break through that… I-I’m afraid… all of this was for naught…”
Concrete? The term was unfamiliar to Link, and Navi as well. Contextually they both could figure out all that they really needed to know about it, though; it was hard, something that they would have to break through. The mention of it being sealed with something-- for Link, it was more of a mental of whatever this concrete was being used to keep something closed, while Navi had a better mental image of the concrete encasing the tomb they were supposed to be digging up.
Either way, the question of whether or not they had anything that would break through it was something they could quiet answer. Link made a face as he glanced back at the sword on his back. That didn’t seem like it would really be helpful for this, though they could certainly try. Most of the other weapons he had gotten as a child had seemed to vanished in the time spent being sealed away in the sacred realm.
“... Bombs?”
Link frowned as he shifted his gaze over to Navi. He didn’t have any on him now, but... assuming things hadn’t changed entirely, they weren’t far from where the Gorons and their ‘special crop’ would be. They could get one there. It felt like it might have been a bit extreme, but bombs definitely could break through things... right?
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❝ They’re a story of where you came from. ❞
SCARS RP MEME | @shelkah
“Yes, that they certainly are,” Impa drawled out in a tone that made it clear that she was less than impressed with the argument the other was trying to come up with. “But that still doesn’t mean I intend to tell you the origin of that mark.”
That mark was a large sunburst that spread across her back. It might have almost looked like a tattoo, judging from how perfectly symmetrical it was and the fact that it was placed directly in the middle of her back. The center point ran directly down her spine with the ‘rays’ stretching out to the very tips of her shoulder blades, and the ‘burst’ itself going from the base of her neck down to the small of her back.
Closer inspection - which, unfortunately, Sheik had been granted in order to clean a wound from a moblin spear on her back - would reveal it was no tattoo but more akin to a burn or brand. Something with immense heat had touched her, and for enough time to leave a permanent mark.
The something had been the grace of the Goddess Impaz, matron of all Sheikah. It had been part of the test to see if she could be chieftain, and winning the Goddess’ favor had come at the cost of being permanently marked as her servant along with... other sacrifices.
It was a burden of the Chieftain, though, and one that was only meant for her to know. The cost and sacrifices were not meant to be told to anyone else. It was part of her story that would go to the grave with her, and likely would continue on even past that if Impaz had any say in it.
“Besides, there are more than a few marks you know bear that you are disinterested in speaking of. Unless you feel like loosening your tongue...”
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“There are three pieces of the fused shadow. With the one from the forest...” Two were remaining. Obviously, though she didn’t voice that part of her thoughts out loud. Likely they would be found in the deepest parts of twilight, where the worst damages and monsters dwelt. There would be nothing easy about this journey--
And yet Robin seemed... almost excited about it.
“It’s not an adventure,” she almost snapped out-- not quite angry, but more confused by the way Robin was acting. Midna’s brief moment of ire came and went in a flash, leaving her to just stare at the other quizzically. Robin had been forced into this. She had been a captive left with no other choice aside from agreeing to help Midna, and even know she still had been backed into a corner... and yet she still seemed happy.
Oh well. It had to be one of those weird light dweller habits. Midna knew she would never understand it and was perfectly fine not doing so. Caring about people who were just using you was just a recipe to be hurt.
Robin certainly seemed eager to head towards the gorge - taking them right back into the Twilight. Midna grinned, more than happy to head there herself. “Ehehehe. I’ll be happy to help get you there, but you know it’s just going to be like the forest. Until we can reawaken the Light Spirit, you’ll be trapped as a wolf. Are you sure you want that?”
Even if Midna wasn’t acting eager, Robin could tell she was caught off guard by the gesture. She kept a smug smile in the back of her head. To be honest, it was cute of the little imp to act like she didn’t care, when she almost kinda did.
The wolf shifter nodded, keeping a serious face. “How many are there, again? I can’t imagine we have to go all over Hyrule,” She grinned, unable to hide her childish eagerness. “Though, it would make a grand adventure.”
The two had traveled through her beloved woods, even deeper than she remembered going. The temple there was hard to traverse, but with some animal friends’ help, they got the first Fused Shadow and a cool boomerang.
Their travels took them to the field outside of the forest, much more vast and green than Robin had ever expected. The gorge following it was drier, but just as vast. Once the Twilight cleared, it was wondrous.
“I suppose the next place is the village in the gorge…. I think…” She froze. Nostrils flaring, the girl looked down, finding a scent trail…
“The children might be there!”
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sapientiiae:
There is a permanent pout that has settled to the princess’s lips, making her look as if she’d been pouting for the last hour or so. The tears had dried relatively quickly between waking up and the time it took her to wander to Impa’s room.
Though Zelda wanted to believe herself to be a responsible young adult that would one day rule the Kingdom of Hyrule, it was apparent she still had a lot of maturing to do.
“B-But….I felt like I needed to know. It involves the people that are like YOU,” she responded. The differences between the Sheikah and the Hylians were something she was still learning about — other than the white hair and the red eyes, they were relatively similar. They were of fairly equal height, same ear shape, and same basic characteristics. They didn’t appear to be descendants of rocks or fish like the Goron and Zora, and it made understanding the true differences HARD for a child to grasp.
“I—“ there is a pause as she takes the time to try to find her words. What would she do? That was certainly a loaded question. There was not a lot she truly could do at this age, but she had to start somewhere, did she not? “I will…first accept that it was a nightmare. It cannot hurt me, but the events of the dream did happen? I need to….understand so the same things do not happen when I become queen?” Though she wanted to be confident with her answer, there is a level of uncertainty hidden within her tone.
The princess’ comment was a bit more... involved than what Impa had been going for. So much so that she couldn’t help but give a little snort of amusement. “I don’t think we can quite say that what you saw was what happened in past.” Though-- considering as it was Zelda, it wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibilities that she... might have actually seen events from the past.
A sobering thought that Impa would have to delve further into on a later date.
“It is important for you to know, but it is also important for you to listen to the thoughts of those who are here to help you and guide you.” As Impa spoke, she shifted to crouch down in front of her, one knee pressed to the ground. “I understand that you will have to bear the responsible of holding such knowledge. But this will happen one day. It doesn’t not, nor should it, be today.”
She sighed softly before shaking her head, smiling wryly as she did. “Perhaps-- but most importantly, you will go back to sleep.”
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He does his best to ignore the fairy in his confusion. His mind is an awkward haze of jumbled memories. He doesn’t really know who he is, why he was there, or what he was doing, but given the context of the situation Sheik can only assume the worst.
The unconscious man is dead weight, so he can expect no help, and the very shouting in his ear isn’t helping. Sheik disregards her demands and scoops the man into his arms. His hands are full so he can’t exactly push the fairy out of the way, but she’s yelling and he doesn’t have time for this!
“…If you’d stop yelling at me…! I’m going to take him somewhere where he’s not completely poisoned out in an open field. It will be dark soon, and he’s completely defenseless,” Sheik hissed out more angrily than he intended. There’s a buzzing in his ears and it’s now just the fairy. Something deep inside of him is agitated. It doesn’t like this, “And if I knew the answer to those questions I would tell you, but I don’t! I’m just as confused as you!”
Navi huffed. How dare the man-! It was his fault that Link was passed out! His fault that Link was defenseless! Where did he get the right to be snappy at her!
“Sounds convenient,” she shot back before darting ahead. The researcher was... safe, at the very least. Eccentric to be sure, but he wouldn’t try to turn them into Ganondorf and there was a decent chance that he would have some tincture or antidote on hand to deal with the poison.
As she suspected, the man didn’t seem to even bat an eye at the sight of the strange blond coming here with unconscious Link. He didn’t seem to fully remember Link-- but that didn’t seem to matter either. Link needed help and he accepted that, giving him a place to rest and offering to see if he could find something that would awaken him sooner rather than later.
(Navi suspected he just wanted to experiment).
It would still be some time before he awoke, and she turned her attention back towards the stranger. (Had she seen him somewhere before? A long, long time ago...)
“Who are you!”
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A soft chuckle, if it could even be called that, escaped Sheik. However, Link doesn’t remain long enough for him to make a retort to it. Link was right in a sense. Sheik had always been alone– and he’d always fended for himself. It was… nice having someone genuinely care about his well being.
We had things become so oddly… intimate with Link? They weren’t supposed to be anything more to each other than friends with benefits. After all, their preferences fit well together, but it was just that. At least, that’s what Sheik often told himself. However, Sheik’s brain is far too hazy to really delve too deeply on the matter. The young man settled down into the blanket and closed his eyes.
It doesn’t take long for exhaustion to overtake him. He hadn’t realized how tired he was until he closed his eyes. The logical half of him wanted to protest, but exhaustion had won out over logic. It doesn’t take long for him to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When Link returned (tea in hand, though he couldn’t promise that he had made it, well, right) he had been expecting to see a grumpy Sheik waiting for him, and instead he found himself greeting with the sight of the other fast asleep. He sighed before smiling wryly, placing the mug down on the small table next to his bed.
Link moved to carefully sit next to him and he reached out to lightly trace his fingers along Sheik’s hair and down the side of his face. He was... cute. A lot cuter like this than when he was being miserable about everything. Ah...
Well.
It wasn’t like he really had anything he had to do today.
He didn’t crawl under the covers with him, but Link stretched out next to him, curled slightly to match Sheik’s form as he watched him. He wasn’t tired.... but he was fine staying here for a while to just rest.
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“Two sides of the same coin.” The dragon spirit repeated the phrase, though these was an almost-mocking edge laced in it. How often was such a statement said in defense of deplorable things that served no purpose? How often was it used to manipulate and justify. There was no such thing as the same coin. There were no two sides of it. It was a pointless, useless argument that could be made to describe anything and everything, and when it could be used anywhere it meant that it truly meant nothing.
“You are refusing to answer my question. Impossible for one to exist without the other? The Light existed without the Twilight for eons before the interlopers came, and the Twilight--- yes, I suppose the Twilight may need the Light just as much as the Light is deadly to it, but is the wants and the needs of those twisted by the darkness worth risking the Light?”
As she spoke, Din became aware that their conversation was no longer... private. A rustle of cold air had her frowning before sighing. “... I take it you do not approve of my methods and my questions, dear sister.”
The figure behind her was much, much smaller-- roughly the same height as the young half-twili. Ice cold air emanated from her, frosting over the grass in her immediate vicinity, and while her head was covered with a hood the outline of horns could be seen curving up from her skull. “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just here to see... how many times you ask her the sames questions without accepting her answers.”
“Shadow and Light are two sides of the same coin,” Kira said, furrowing her eyebrows slightly as she spoke in a serious tone. She felt passionate about this… This was who she was, what she was. Shadow and light… It felt so good to be able to defend herself and what she was made of.
“It’s impossible for one to exist without the other. My sister showed that Twili are safe in the light when in the form of shadows, and that corruption was Zant’s doing. It wasn’t even Twili power, it was from he who possessed the Triforce of Power. The King of Thieves. The Twili are a peaceful species, power just grew to Zant’s head. The same could have happened for a Hylian. That is the nature of those with souls.”
“If peace can be established, there will be no more fear. Look at how Princess Zelda and Midna respect each other, there is no fear between them. Only friendship. And Midna and Link…”
She had never seen to people more secretly in love.
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The expression on her face is one of obvious pain, and she makes no attempt at hiding it. What was the point? What good would it do her? If they were going to be honest with each other about such PARAMOUNT topics, then why should she continue to hide behind the porcelain mask?
“Of course you are! How could you ever doubt such a thing?” she questioned, her brows knitted to the center of her forehead as the corners of her lips fell into a frown. After all this time, had he not realized just how much weight he held in her heart? Even if he hadn’t known her heart belonged to him, did he not realize he was IMPORTANT enough to be worth more than a fleeting thought?
A gloved hand curls into a fist and rises to her chest, but she does not dare break their stare. “If there was anyone that was going to be worth finding those answers for, it would be YOU, Sheik,” she confessed, though she wondered if he’d ever believe her words to be true.
There is a pause as she finally breaks eye contact, averting her gaze to her side as she stands up a bit straighter. “I feel as though my decision in this should not matter to the court. If it does no harm to my kingdom or its people, then why should it be of concern to them? Whom I choose to love will have effect on no one but myself.” It wouldn’t matter what the court would argue, she knew this to be true. If, in the future, an heir were to be born, it may not have been the pure-blooded Hylian they would have preferred, but an heir was an heir nonetheless.
“You can not be serious about that question.” Laughing in the face of the princess was a... poor idea in any situation, and Sheik had no doubt that it would only antagonize her now, which is why he managed to swallowed back the urge. Just barely. A hint of bitter amusement was still curled around his tone and laced in his words as he kept the full force of his laughter shut tight behind clenched teeth.
He loved her, but there were times where Sheik felt like she was painfully naive. Her questions belied an innocence in the belief that everyone was good and everyone deserved good things, deserved love and compassion, that everyone should be treated in such a manner. She wasn’t wrong-- No, but just because that was the right thing didn’t mean it was what other people did. And Zelda knew Sheik’s standing when it came to the Sheikah.
Her words were met with a soft sigh as exhaustion felt like it had been poured through his veins. “I know, Zelda. I know. What the courts feel should not affect personal affairs. Your private life should stay just that; private. It shouldn’t matter to anyone what you do behind closed doors.”
It was clear that there was a resounding but waiting for her.
“... Before you make decisions... I just ask that you at least speak with your advisers.” Perhaps they could talk some sense into her. “I... I will hold off on leaving until you do so.”
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“Skyview temple. Have you ever heard of the place? It’s… well… it should be clear that it’s my first time hearing of this place. All of the legends I’ve read about the Surface did not mention certain locations like this temple. If I’m going to be honest with you, Link, I’m a bit scared. I don’t know what’s waiting there for me… but I feel like something is if that makes any sense.”
She did not know what awaited her there. Could not know what awaited her there. Yet the temple would be the first step to her awakening, her knowledge in learning of the ephemeral and gold divinity that was just there yet quite not. However, ever resilient is the magnolia flower. It’s delicate petals blossoming within her chest as the perseverance emits from said petals; and though the apocalyptic virulence that simply exudes from the darkness that lurks beneath the Sealed Temple threatens to melt away the flower, that flower would remain steadfast. She wore determination as though it were an armor (though many would come to an agreeance that she was nothing more than stubborn, a trait that she did not view as a bad thing).
Coming to a stop in what she believed to be a blind spot from the beasts that roamed around Faron Woods (in search of her no doubt about it), calculating eyes look around the area, taking note of all of the spots that were hidden away from the one-tracked minded monsters. Earlier, she’d play witness to their… less than intelligent nature. They were brutish, relying on violence and their high numbers to corner Zelda. But aye, she was a clever one with a resourceful enough mind. She was certain that she could find a way to the temple without detection.
“Looks like there’s a lot of monsters here. I think we should stay under the cover of the trees and away from the path for now. I don’t think that they’d venture deep into the woods where the temple is… but… I might be wrong in that, so let’s keep an eye out once we do reach that area, alright?”
So off the trail she went, she clutched onto her harp, fear has gripped her but she went through with her plan. Zelda’s gaze not once leaving where the pathway had led as it was the only clue as to where Skyview Temple was. She held onto her sage wisdom tightly, clutched it close to her heart. Zelda needed to practice in said prudence, especially since Link (how strange it was that she so immediately accepted this shade as her childhood friend) was now under her care. She did not doubt that he could fend for himself, yet worry bleeds into her kind heart as such anxiety that he may get hurt did not dissolve away. So she vowed. Vowed that he will not get into any danger much less any fights while she was around.
If Zelda hadn’t heard of a place, then it was all-but guaranteed that Link wouldn’t’ve. There was no point in actually saying that, since it felt a bit like it was just-- common sense that he would be less aware than she was-- and merely nodded quietly as she talked. Skyview Temple.
The name did ring a... small bell for him. Something in the back of his mind felt like it had heard the name before, or at least knew where it was located. Easier to focus on that vague name than the nothing and no goal that he had before, at the very least, but there was also a small spike of worry that lived there. The only reason he had for knowing the name is if it was a place important to him, and despite his rather firm claims that he existed to only protect Zelda, in the pit of his stomach Link couldn’t help but worry that the opposite was true.
“... are you sure?” He already knew what her answer would be, but it felt important to ask her. “If there’s going to be danger there, are you sure you want to go?” No doubt she had a job there, but... if she chose to turn her back on whatever duty it was she felt she needed to accomplish, Link would not stop her. Link would not judge her.
He nodded but frowned as they continued forward, keeping a close out on the bokoblins in the area and hiding back in the shadows until the few patrols slipped away. “... I could fight them.” Link mostly mumbled the words to himself as he reached back to light run his fingers along the hilt of his blade. He was fairly certain he knew how to use it. He could get rid of them so that Zelda didn’t have to worry about them. “-- Why don’t you fight them?”
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[boop] @ lyss
❣️ SOFT INTERACTIONS ! | @memoriesofthewild
The sudden gesture had him blinking, more than a little confused over why Link had suddenly reached out and just poked his nose. The other really wasn’t the soft and cuddly type, so for him to be so abrupt and sudden with any gesture of affection was just... odd, mostly.
It wasn’t bad. Honestly, Lyss found he somewhat liked it. But it was just odd.
He blinked before moving to sign quickly - < What? > - looking for some sort of explanation over why the sudden gesture had been preformed.
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[ slow dance ] for your muse to ask my muse to slow dance . Sheik @ Malon. Any Verse
❣️ SOFT INTERACTIONS ! | @yuureibanaa
The dress felt so flimsy that Malon was certain if she sneezed wrong it would fall apart about her. Silk. Such an impracticable fabric. It wasn’t absorbent. It couldn’t keep her warm. All it could do was make her feel vulnerable and exposed, even more so than she already was as she stepped into the large room.
Though she had been quite certain that all eyes would immediately be on her (after all, she was a commoner daring to step into the hall where nobles stood), no one seemed to bat an eye or even notice her. Malon wasn’t sure if she was relieved or if that ached in new and exciting ways. Even here, no one noticed her. Maybe if she was wearing her normal affair, a dress stained with pig slop and cow shit, but she was certain she wouldn’t have been allowed through the front gate in that.
It was lovely but also overwhelming, and she didn’t even know where to start. For a paralyzing moment she just stood there, wide eyes taking in the sights around her, before convinced that she would have to turn around and head somewhere else. This, this wasn’t a place, not for someone like her. She didn’t belong-
“Malon.”
A soft voice cut through the panic that had suddenly seized, coupled by a hand delicately reaching out to touch her shoulder. Malon turned to see Sheik there, smiling gently at her before offering his hand out and, without thought, she reached up to take it.
“You can’t leave before we get to dance.”
Dancing with the king would cause a stir, and the eyes that had been ignoring her were now aimed like daggers towards Malon. She knew she should have felt sick to her stomach, but instead there was just calm.
Her nerves hadn’t been entirely calmed, but she was able to offer him up a small smile and a slight nod. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
#🐎 ic#🐎 verse 04: queen of hyrule#🐎 i'm not going ; i won't leave you ; i won't let you give up on a miracle (yuureibanaa)#yuureibanaa#ask#queue
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❝ I don’t want to talk about them. ❞
SCARS RP MEME | @shelkah
Curiosity had to be Link’s defining feature. There was so much that he didn’t know, so much that he wanted to know, and now that there was no great threat waiting to swallow all of Hyrule whole, he could allow himself to indulge in the odd and stray thoughts that crossed through his mind.
He had noticed the scars that lined Sheik’s skin. He hadn’t touched them but, without thinking, had reached out as if he intended to. The motion had been noticed and Link had caught himself before signing a quick < What happened? >.
The response had him pressing his lips together tightly and nodding, gaze cast down for a moment. The back of his left hand itched but he made no move to scratch at it. It was nothing more than one of his own scars, the point where the triforce of courage had burned its way out of him when it had returned to Zelda to allow her to seal away Ganon, aching in response to the slight sensation of shame that was curling in his gut. He hadn’t meant to do anything wrong, but Sheik’s response made it feel - made it clear - that he had crossed a line.
< Sorry. >
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❝ It’s a story that says I survived. ❞ for Twink
SCARS RP MEME | @dcsidcrium
“Ah guess.” Honestly, Nikki wasn’t wrong with the way she viewed her scars, and Link was honestly a bit jealous of her for being able to think about them that way. It would have been nice to look at his own body, to see the pockmarks and deep lines that crossed his skin and marked him as hurt, as used, as battered and broken and something less than human, and to feel that it was nothing more than a sign that spoke of his strength and his will to survive.
Instead it just felt like... each and every one of them was a letter than spoke of his own weakness. ‘And here I was a failure. And here I faltered. And here I was too weak to do what needed to be done.’
The worst of them wasn’t even a scar, just a mark that lined the back of his hand. Almost absentminded he moved to rub it, a gesture to try to ease the ache of knowing what he was.
Monster. Hero.
“-- Ah think Ah’d rather forget mine an’ jest not see ‘em, if it’s all tha same ta ya.” Link shrugged, trying to play the whole conversation off as if it didn’t bother him in the slightest. “Maybe Ah’m uh coward but Ah don’t like lookin’ back at my biggest failures.”
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[serenade] @ sheik
❣️ SOFT INTERACTIONS ! | @memoriesofthewild
Quiet nights like this one were a rarity. Their task was not yet complete; all four of the champions had not been saved and Zelda was still a prisoner inside of Hyrule Castle. But they had made progress, they were getting close, and there was only so far they could be pushed without rest before breaking.
So they rested. They made camp, they made food, they sat and they slept and they waited for dawn. For one night they weren’t Hero and Guide, they were just Link and Sheik, and it was clear that they both had forgotten who those people were supposed to be.
Sheik had been stoking the fire when he heard it. Soft singing, barely loud enough to be heard, and it took him just a moment to realize it was Link. The song he was singing was unrecognizable - though that was unsurprising, considering the differences between the two eras they came from.
He opened his mouth to comment before thinking better of it. Sheik simply sat quietly, enjoying the melody for the brief moment it would last.
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