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novantinuum · 7 months

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Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Rating: G Words: 1.7K~ Summary: heart•song (n.): An expression of our most inner being, identity, and reason for existence – what twists and turns of life have led us here, to this dangerous place? And by what strength do we keep enduring? - Or: For a sage to give one their vow, first there must be vulnerability. (A collection of shorts exploring the bond between each sage and Link.)

Some Tulin and Link bonding content for y'all today! I have a lil' one-shot planned for every single TotK sage.

NOTE: This fic contains TotK main quest spoilers.

Enjoy! <3

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One: Tulin

The bitting air chill produced by the monumental cyclone they’re approaching is almost enough to send a shiver down his spine, downy feathers be damned.

Tulin tucks his wings in tight and scoots himself closer to the fire Link just lit, its delicate flames protected from the merciless touch of this wintery weather within a little alcove they spotted in the ruins midway up the Rising Island Chain. It’s not an impressive fire by any means— not like one of Gesane’s massive hillside beacons— but it’s more than enough to keep warm and cook a quick meal over.

Of course, resting and eating are the last two things he wants to focus on right now with the well-being of his whole village at stake.

He lets out a faint huff, his warm breath condensing into a foggy cloud that‘s rapidly whisked away by the wind. Restless talons rap against the sky platform’s aged stonework. Nothing about this quest has panned out as expected so far, and it’s super frustrating to him. First his prized bow got stolen by monsters— and that’s embarrassing enough on its own— but then he’s been lagging behind Link all the way up these freezing cold islands… struggling to recover his full stamina after continuous use of his wind burst powers. He just feels… so, so small— so guilty, as if… he’s somehow letting his whole village down if he allows himself to slow down and rest for even more than a minute.

“Do we really have to break now?” he halfheartedly protests, fighting to keep his beak from chattering between syllables. “We’re like, halfway there!”

“Your stomach’s rumbling,” is all Link signs in response, before reaching into his bag.

Tulin’s features scrunch into a grimace as he realizes the Hylian is clearly attempting to spare his feelings. After all, it’s not a coincidence that Link suggested setting up camp right after watching him lose air momentum and almost miss his landing on this latest chunk of island.

He may be foolish sometimes, may be in way, way over his head up here, but he’s far from ignorant.

Or at least, he’d really like to believe so.

After a minute or so of rummaging through various pockets and flaps, his traveling partner retrieves two metal skewers and a handful of peppers and cubed venison from his supplies. (Good grief, just how deep is that bag?) He’s swift and methodical in preparing them for the fire— piercing their sides one by one, alternating between meat and vegetable to provide a well balanced meal: protein, and something to keep their bodies warm at these near impossible heights.

(For, despite what many of his people would have the Hylians think, there is a limit to how far up a Rito can venture before even their feathers freeze over.)

But even if he’s anxious to continue their mission as soon as he possibly can, there’s no denying the fact that a skilled warrior dare not fight on an empty stomach. Swallowing the rest of his impatience, Tulin mouths a hollow ‘thanks’ as Link passes one of the finished skewers to him. Clutching it within his feathery grasp, he starts to rotate it over the flames. The two fall into a natural silence in the minutes that follow. It’s quite simple to let one’s mind wander whilst cooking, of course. The eye is so fixed on the outer rind of one’s food— waiting for the fire to provide that perfect, smoky singe— that the auditory senses are left free to explore whatever else they desire. Like the rhythmic crackling of embers from beneath the wood, or the wailing gusts intermittently slamming into the sides of the toppled Zonai ruins that form their alcove.

Swallowing, he traces the path of the wind towards the very edge of the sky island just a few talon lengths away… marvels at how far down the steep mountain peaks of Hebra are.

“Y’know,” he begins with hesitance, forcing himself to glance away from the daunting view of The Down Below, “I don’t think I’ve ever flown so high before.“

Long pause.

He glances back towards Link. His friend doesn’t move to respond at first, clutching his skewer with both hands, but he can tell he’s paying attention from the way he shifts his head, angling his ear so he can catch his voice over the air’s violent whistling.

“Sometimes,” he continues, “it felt like… I dunno. Like even though I wanted to prove myself to my dad, wanted to explore the furthest reaches of this sky… it just wasn’t the right time yet.”

“And is it the right time now?” Link asks, almost so quiet so as to be imperceptible. It’s actually a little jarring— he doesn’t hear the man speak out loud too often. He wonders why he’s chosen to do so today.

Although on second consideration, the answer may be simpler than meets the eye- it’s probably because his hands are occupied with the cooking.

Tulin clamps his beak shut, considering for a moment. “I— I don’t know. I hope it is. Everyone back at home could really use a turn in this weather.”

His dad, most of all. It wasn’t too long ago that Elder Kaneli relinquished the role and passed it on to him. Seeing the way this duty has washed out his feathers, he almost wishes it didn’t happen at all. Of course, no one could’ve predicted the Upheaval, or this dreadful blizzard. No one could’ve predicted the village would have to reckon with the very real threat of starvation. So having to watch Dad’s dauntless spirit nearly crumple under the pressure all the responsibilities of leadership bring… it pains him. It’s why he’s been so fervent in pushing back against his non-engagement policy this whole time— because the Dad he knows wouldn’t just sit back and accept bare minimum survival when his people are suffering.

His thoughts are interrupted by a faint rumble at his side, likely Link clearing his throat. With a hum of intrigue, he turns to meet his gaze.

“Your skewer’s smoldering,” he says, nodding towards the campfire.

Sharp inhale.

Oh! Oh, yeah—

Thanking his lucky stars that someone was paying attention, Tulin yanks his meal from the flames. He summons a focused gust of wind upon his wing, blowing it across the skewer’s tip to make sure it’s not too burning hot when he bites into it. Well, at least it’s done. A bit overdone, but food is food. He certainly can’t complain after a few weeks of rationing back home. Stomach rumbling with ferocity once again, he digs in. The roasted spicy pepper warms him instantly.

From the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of a faint smile curving across the Hylian’s face.

“What?” he asks, the word garbled within a beak-full of meat.

Link removes his own skewer from the flames, and gestures towards him with the end of the metal stake. “Your ability,” he begins, voice a little hoarse with disuse. “Manipulation of air. How’d you become so skilled at creating such precise gusts?”

A slight laugh escapes his lungs, his body suddenly brimming with nervous energy. “I’m not sure, actually… I was really young when it started, and my memory’s kinda shaky… plus, most people don’t believe me, anyways.”

His friend scoots across the stone so he’s sitting a bit closer, and takes a hefty bite of his own dinner.

“Try me,” he says mid-chew.

Tulin inhales deeply. Oh boy, what’s the easiest way to explain this…?

“Well,” he begins, a cold burst of anxiety rushing through his veins, “it was when I was still a fledgling… still learning how to fly. I was playing with Molli and Kotts in the woods outside the village, and then… suddenly I was alone. Someplace completely different, as if I’d been spirited away.”

He pauses his story for a few seconds to take another bite of his meat and pepper skewer.

“I was in this huge, gigantic forest… even larger than the one I came from! I thought I was lost forever— that is, until this other Rito found me, and led me back to my dad. Like Dad, this Rito was also a warrior— but he had a special power, one he developed all by himself. He could push himself high up into the sky with one, mighty gust.”

Link’s brows raise in noted interest at that last statement.

“I wasn’t with him for long, but—“ Tulin lets his eyes flutter shut, thinking back to those clouded memories with deep fondness— “that day, I promised myself I’d train until I became just as powerful a warrior as him. Someone my people could really be proud of. But then again…” Opening his eyes, he turns towards his companion and gives a big ol’ shrug. “I still don’t understand how any of that could be real. That warrior… my memory’s a little fuzzy, but he looked a lot like how people describe Master Revali, from the age of Calamity. His powers, too… it’s all so strange.”

“How do you think it happened?” Link asks, his expression brimming with curiosity.

“Hmm…” he muses, curling his wing against his chin. “I dunno. For a while, I started to think that… maybe it was a dream. Maybe all my friends were right. But then again… if I’m hearing some mysterious voice calling to me from this storm… then who knows what’s possible? Maybe there’s more to all this than meets the eye, y’know?”

And maybe… just maybe… whatever’s hiding at the core of the maelstrom will finally feed him the answers he’s craved his whole life… finally feed him new purpose.

The Hylian hums, giving a short nod. “I’ve long accepted there’s things in this world I’ll never fully understand. And for what it’s worth… I believe your story.”

After a whole childhood of deniers, the sheer validation laced within those words are enough to almost bring him to tears.

“Thank you,” he says, his heart brimming with gratitude.

And though this is but a singular moment of validation after a whole childhood of being told he’s got ‘an overactive imagination,’ the pull of the world below suddenly feels a little lighter. Light enough to push through his exhaustion and scale the rest of this rising island chain, at very least! After all… it can’t be that much further to the top. And once they’re there… this whole mystery with the storm, and all the Zelda sightings, and the strange voice he keeps hearing is gonna slot right into place.

He just knows it.

#loz #totk #tulin #link #loz fanfiction #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #my writing stuff

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flockrest · 10 months

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It's here in Uncle Nekk's eyes too. A sadness-sympathy-pity Kido can't seem to escape from no matter where he turns, not even when he's with the other kids, or when he's tucked himself away in his aerie, or when he's here, right now, trying to move on from— from someone who clearly moved on from him a long time ago.

It shouldn't make him this blisteringly angry. Like there's some sapsucker nipping away at a point in his heart he's just fixed: a split leaking something hot and bubbling and sticky with bitterness.

The wood clutched between his feathers doesn't even creak, but Kido likes to imagine, for a heartbeat, that it splinters into irreparable pieces.

"How much," he says, breaths as measured as he's practiced in the dark of an empty aerie, "can I get for this?"

Just like Auntie Misa when he tried this with her, Uncle Nekk looks away for a moment. "Kido, I don't think—"

"How much," he grits out, and it's not very polite, it's not very nice, but Kido hasn't felt very polite or very nice for a while.

Uncle Nekk stops looking away. He's frowning, but in the way all the grown-ups are trying not to when they're with Kido — not-frowning so hard it circles right back to it. He doesn't say anything for a few seconds, just sighs and shakes his head, before he's coming around the checkout desk.

"I don't think," Uncle Nekk starts, kneeling to level their gazes and place a wing on Kido's shoulder, "you want to do this."

A really, really scary thought flits through Kido's mind, and he's backing out of that gentle touch with a shriek clogged in his throat.

Of course. Of course. Kido's the only one who feels how deep this hurt really goes, how bad this fear-anger-grief can get, how much he wants to do this — to get rid of this painful reminder in a way that will at least get him something back from the world-upending loss — and it's Uncle Nekk who knows better. Like how it was Auntie Misa who knew better, and Uncle Gesane who knew better, and probably every other adult in this flock who knows better. Of course.

"How MUCH," he tries again, voice bolstered by the wave of barely contained resentment washing over him, and it's so, so freeing and so, so terrible.

"Oh, Kido," Uncle Nekk says — like Auntie Misa and Uncle Gesane and every other adult in this flock — soft and quiet and not at all annoyed.

It's. It's so much, it's too much, it's what made Kido flee from Auntie Misa in the first place, except he can't even do that here 'cause Uncle Nekk's got both his shoulders now. He can feel the oncoming burn of stupid tears when they're the very last things he needs or wants right now — he's not a hatchling anymore, he's not, but he's done so much stupid crying since— since that he might as well be one again, and the more he lets his tears say the things he won't, the more the grown-ups will treat him like he's incapable of even knowing what he wants, and— and—

"Can you just—!" Kido stutters, shoving his— the Feathered Spear in his grasp out like he can't stand to hold it any closer, "I don't want this! I don't— I can't have it, I don't wanna have it!"

The tears fall, as they always do, and Uncle Nekk says nothing. The silence stretches, reaching for the rest of Kido's words, and he's helpless when it plucks them all out between gasps and wheezes, "Please, I just— wan-na stop thi-inking about it and— and rem-remembering and— I don't— I don't! Want it! I don't want it!"

Somewhere in the middle of Kido making a complete embarrassment of himself, Uncle Nekk takes the spear from him. Somewhere in the middle of Kido crumbling for the last time — the last time, please — Uncle Nekk pulls him into his wings in a maybe-sorta-kinda-hug.

"Okay," he says, hesitantly, like Tulin does when he doesn't know what else to say. It's funny how his voice wobbles — or it would be, if Kido wasn't so distressed. "How...how about this. How about I hold onto this for you for now, huh? Until you decide you want it back."

He won't want it back, ever, and he opens his beak to say exactly that — but Uncle Nekk beats him to it.

"Which can be never! That...works, too."

Good. Good. Some tiny part of him even thinks, it better.

In the quiet that follows, the maybe-sorta-kinda-hug dips from bearable to awkward. Kido makes to pull away and Uncle Nekk lets him.

"Thanks," he murmurs, swiping remnants of his tears away, just downcast now that he's gotten what he's come for. He pulls further, intent on shuffling back to his aerie to get himself together again, but— Uncle Nekk? Doesn't let go of his shoulders?

"Kido," Uncle Nekk says, and it's like Cree when she's figured something out now. Firm and determined, though for what, he can't tell. "Why don't you stay a while? I could use an extra wing right about now — and, you know, I've missed your little visits."

He carefully does not reply. He doesn't think anybody's missed him with how he's been, lately.

"I mean it! Come on, help your Uncle Nekk out? Please?"

Well...when he's being asked so nicely...how can he say no?

#* plumule / study.#( there's! a lot of context here that i may or not may not explain if anyone's interested slkfjkld BUT THIS IS PROBABLY HOW KIDO'S #APPRENTICESHIP WITH NEKK STARTED...#< i say this like i'm not in complete control of what happens to this kid slkfjdlk #the general gist is kido is Hurting and nekk sees that and wants to help out even if only by providing an outlet for all the complicated #emotions kido's clearly feeling but not saying (through the complex-turned-monotonous motions of handiwork)#ho i am almost afraid of posting this....BUT HERE WE GO SEND POST #the only. ONLY thing i may srb later slkfjkdlf )#* reprise / ic.#* ic / para.#long post cw #* v / song of the reclamation.

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queersrus · 1 year

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Breath Of The Wild Theme

names for characters from the legend of zelda; breath of the wild!

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walton, wabbin, worten,

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john---baptist · 10 months

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Literally thought I was the only one who shipped karson and gesane. Love the art!

thank you!!! im glad im not alone in my bridge bros shenanigans <3 i think they are neat together. i think they are fun and cute. :)

#asks #bridge bros... thats the ship name. thats the tag.#ive done it yall it begins #karson #gesane

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tnc-n3cl · 1 year

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A Guide to Rito Village er... Torikirika

Torikirika (Toe-re-key-re-ka) is the Rito name for their settlement on Lake Totori known by non-Rito as "Rito Village." While it is the only Rito settlement accessible to non-Rito after the Great Calamity, it is far from the only Rito settlement in existence.

The term Torikirika most accurately translates into "Home of the Rito People," or more literally "Home of Our People." The word was poorly translated into "Rito Village" eons ago and the Rito themselves don't seem to bother correcting anyone, perhaps because their geographical isolation makes interaction with non-Rito so rare.

... Okay, that's enough in-universe stuff... So in my fanfic, "The Realm Walker," most Rito fled Hyrule after the Great Calamity and I put a world map that shows where their new settlements are at up on DA. (I will warn that it is a huge image though...) Also this is going to be a bit long and rambly, but there's visual aids using in game screen shots...

So, as "The Ballad of Kass" is moving towards events happening in Rito Village, I've decided to do a little expanding of the place because quite frankly Nintendo didn't give these poor birds enough space/didn't properly utilize the space that was given.

This pillar is located at the end of a lone bridge to the left of the entrance (when approaching from Rito Stable). This is where the Village Archives are, all sorts of historical documents and artifacts are stored in there. Kass is the Loresinger so he's in charge of keeping this stuff secure and preserved and Amali takes over that while he's flying around Hyrule helping Link out. Super secret stuff is in there so it's probably one of only two places the Rito would have actual doors.

This is one of those lone pillars on the lake, just south of the previous image. This is where the blacksmith shop is located, her name is Vertis (based on Harth's name in the German version) and her roost is on that pillar where the Archive entrance is. (Yes, there's a Korok there, so depending on how you get him, he's either hiding on top of the roost or moved somewhere else.)

A map view, the red pin is Frita's workshop/roost, she's the town jeweler, though she lets Huck & Nekk sell her wares rather than run her own shop. The Blue pin is Misa & Fyson's roost (at least until he moves to Tarrey Town...) The Yellow pin is Guy's roost, where he lives with his wife and kid. (Yes, I know, he's got a kid that never shows up in game, very suspicious that...) The green pin is Kisli's house, she's an OC I made cause there's not enough guards and Gesane needs to sleep! She's a Bubo Tribe (Owl) Rito loosely based on the red morph of the eastern screech owl. And the pink pin is Gesane's roost.

Gesane's roost is basically right under Kass and Amali's roost.

This is more or less where Kisli's roost is, there's some stairs leading down to the area below that bridge cause that's where the Rito food storage area is (next to the three ore deposits in game.)

And here's where the food stores are. Filled with preserved meat, grains, fruits, etc. I was thinking about a mine or catacombs... but it seems really dumb to be weakening the pillar with mining activity... So there's some caves along the rim of Lake Totori, though they really don't do much in the way of mining after the Great Calamity. Vertis probably gets most of her metal from melted down scrap.

A couple screen shots of the lower area, the second one is right under the Slippery Falcon.

So this map shows some spots on the lower area of the pillar with the shrine. Originally I was going to have Huck and Nekk (they're brothers), live and do their sewing on the lower level but... The yellow pin is right next to the back landing of their shop! So that's where they live. The blue pin is Harth's bow shop, cause I don't think his roost is big enough for him and his daughter to live in and make bows and sell bows.

Right next to the armor shop, there's a new bridge that leads to Harth's shop. Just pretend it's there okay! :P

This is by the entrance to the village, there's an armory here cause weapons aren't allowed in the village proper. (Except for Harth's bow shop, and all the catches of bows and bomb arrows Teba's hidden around the pillar, out of the reach of fledglings of course!)

So if you go to the right when approaching the village, you see this pillar...

...which I marked on the map. That's where Revali's roost used to be, huh, fun coincidence that the pin is blue isn't it? Anywhoo, this doesn't relate to "The Ballad of Kass" but in other stories I focus on Revali and this will be relevant then. Also back before the Great Calamity, there was an open market on the third island (counting from Rito Stable, or if you'd rather it's where the salmon pond is). It was called the Eagle's Bazaar and was something of a tourist trap with Rito merchants selling all sorts of goods to visitors. I had a map image showing Link standing there, but it didn't transfer, and you can see it here so, whateves...

And so in these last couple images, I show the emblem for Torikirika. The little boxy G with the wings/E's. Every Rito settlement has a symbol like this, and it is usually found on the cloth "skirt" on Rito armor (or on the chest plate if you're a bigshot Warrior like Teba).

#rito botw #rito village #orni #loz botw #breath of the wild #fanfiction #zelda fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #therealmwalker #headcanon #the legend of zelda

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farkmaz · 10 months

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Bugün enerji sektöründeki düzeltme beni de biraz kendime getirdi, yaklaşık %50 kârla bir miktar mal sattım. Yatırım tavsiyesi olmamakla birlikte Gesan ve Kontr'dan çıktım. Akıllı davransam dün çıkardım ve %56-57 gibi bir kârım olurdu ama açgözlü davrandım ve rehavete kapıldım. Bir daha olmaması için çalışacağım :I

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seegoat · 2 years

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windsore (revalink)

PART I – DAMNED OLD DOG

waiting on my ao3 invite, so for now... edit: thank u to ginneke! link to ao3

He wakes from a dead sleep thinking about a teapot.

Grandma’s teapot, cool thick earthenware with a funny handle. Stout. Poured a mean cup of tea — better than most, even — despite the crack running top to base on both sides. He would eye it as she poured, anticipating its catastrophic split. It will cleave in two like a supple fruit, he always thought, it will take me with it.

So it wasn’t so hard to comprehend when the earth did just that. It would’ve been a relief, even, if it hadn’t felt like his fault; as if all the time he had spent imagining the boiling water flooding the table and scalding his thighs made it come true.

He swallows thick and scrubs sunken eyes of restless sleep. He sits up in the dirt and every notch in his spine cracks. His breath comes out a cough. Hylia’s Champion, he thinks.

“Mornin’ Link!” Banji sings, trudging past with an armful of roughage for the goats and Ena at her heels.

Link digs up a bleary smile, a half-voiced mornin’ all caked in sleep. He recovers from the trauma of waking up with a few (5) omelets, and soon he’s awake enough to process this whole thing about a teapot. Why, of all things, a teapot? Surely there were far more epic events to recall. For instance, the apocalypse.

Nonetheless, the pot shines clear as day in his barren memory, kept company by the stoic ghost of his former self. He scratches the edges of his mind wondering why it never came apart. Maybe one day it did and he just hadn’t been around to see it. Still, that’s a long life for a broken vessel. Whatever the case, he chalks it up to a strong foundation. Yeah, a strong foundation, he muses, bare back borne to the rising sun.

These days he’s kind of a staple around the stable scene, usually at one or another as he plugs away at his quest to clear Hyrule of its remaining threats in the wake of the Calamity’s demise. Taluses, Lynels, the like. It’s slow-going, though, what with all the sleeping and cooking and horse-tending he’s taken to. One might get the idea that he doesn’t actually intend to finish the job. One might even think he’s afraid to, lest he be left without purpose. A full-on conversation with the kid (rare) yields more concrete conclusions, such as:

He is completely lost.

Floundering.

Listless.

Deeply traumatized.

And, surprise, has no idea what to do once he’s done. Has no idea who to be, even.

So he fills his solitude with people and things; stories from all corners of the kingdom, chicken chatter, children laughing, horses braying. When his bones start to itch he goes out and finds something to kill. Sometimes it’s just dinner, and those are the nights he feels worst.

This morning is alright if not a bit strange. His shadow feels heavier. But he can hear Beedle jingling around the bend, and soon he will set up shop over by the horses, and he’ll say something like, Yaya! or Hiiiiiiiiii! and Link will purchase whatever arrows he’s got and add them to the stockpile amassing in his quiver. At least that’s something.

Around noon he packs up and hauls ass towards Hebra. He finds some amber in the broken down wagon just past the bridge, uncovers a korok, beats the shit out of a stone talus (Gesane will be happy to hear), and clears a Lizalfos camp near Kolami bridge that was giving travelers trouble. By then the sun is hanging low over the mountains. Link wedges an axe in a nearby pine with a grunt.

Chop. Chop. Chop. Creak. Chop. Chop. Chop.

Woosh.

He whips around towards the sound, axe at his ear and ready to swing.

“Now, is that any way to greet a friend?” Revali scoffs, wings folded at his back.

Link relaxes, releases a tight breath, smiles halfway. He lets the axe head fall heavy by his feet and leans on the handle. “Same goes for you.” The Rito clicks his beak in response. He always preferred a dramatic entrance. Link levels a gaze. “How long?”

Revali looks properly abashed. “I beg your pardon?”

Link’s smile fills out. “Never known you to beg for anything,” and he turns around, heaving another whack at the trunk. “You’ve been following me, right?” Whack. His axe sticks and he peers over his shoulder.

Revali’s eyes narrow. “You knew?”

Link nods, once.

“Well, then I assume you must know why.”

Creak. Whack. “Not really.”

Revali’s almost forgotten, too, watching Link’s back muscles work over each other. He thinks of a potter at a wheel, he thinks of sweat. “You’re not even curious?”

Link chops off a smaller piece of the trunk and positions it on a stump. He drives the axe down and shrugs as the wood splinters. “I like it out here.”

Revali squints. Surely this cannot be the same sullen dog that trailed Zelda’s every move, that waited patiently for scraps, longing lick the royal chin. They had not seen much of each other outside of the pomp and cirumstance of their glorious return, the festivals in Kakariko and Hateno, the promenade in Zora’s Domain. They always had a hollow tone. Something that Link accentuated as he hung at the sidelines, reluctant to recieve praise. He spent most of the time talking to farmers and shopkeeps about their wares and what they needed for the coming winter. At least, that’s all the Rito overhead. He even caught snippets of a conversation regarding a construction company. What have you been up to, little dog? He’d thought. Where have you been?

Chopping wood, apparently. Tending horses. Sleeping in the dirt. Zelda had asked each of the champions to keep an eye on nearby stables, as Link had been rumored to be hopping from one to the next. He hadn’t intended to humor the request (he’s no courier pigeon) but found himself curious in his own right. It was sheer luck that the morning he showed up in Tabantha, Link happened to be sunning himself by the fire.

“So if I told you that Zelda was planning a ribbon-cutting ceremony, you wouldn’t care?” He tries, though he’s certain he already knows the answer.

Link furrows his brows. “For what?”

“She’s repaired the town center. She’d like you to come see it,” he repeats, almost verbatim, Zelda’s exact phrasing. Link, of all things, winces. He tosses the logs off to the side and starts on a new one, cleaving the wood in two like a supple fruit. He’s got a talent for it.

“I care,” he grunts, “I’m glad it’s working out. But I can’t…” Revali waits expectantly.

“Can’t…what? Use a pair of scissors?” he gives Link’s digits a cursory glance — all present and accounted for. “Surely you’re capable of cutting a ribbon. It’s hardly different from a Bokoblin.”

The Hylian laughs, and it’s a sad, empty sound. “No, Revali, I can’t…”

He finally puts two and two together. “Ah, go back. I see.”

Link turns to meet his eyes, utterly unguarded and dark beyond their open blue. The sun is singing behind him like it only started shining when he came to town — so ripe like an unbitten fruit. Like mango juice dripping down your elbows. Like you couldn’t wait ‘til you got home, like your mother tuts her tongue and tells you you’ve always been so eager. Like she says you’ll make a mess of yourself if you’re not careful.

“Yeah,” he says, and it’s so quiet Revali almost up and leaves; so vulnerable it makes him feel inside out. “It’s hard. To see it.”

Revali nods. His vision glazes over hot red, inky black. The smell of rot. Of vinegar. Malice. His heart makes a sound like Medoh’s low thrum. “I understand.” He’s never seen Link so soft so close, and he almost hates him for it. He wears mortality like a shroud.

“Thank you,” Link says, and he says it with his eyes too. He’s always doing that. He got good at it.

He lets the silence hang deep, for a moment. Then, “She’ll expect some news of your whereabouts, you know.”

The Hylian slumps, and Revali is sure he only imagines Link roll his eyes. He tosses another set of logs on the growing pile. “I don’t know, can’t you just say I’m busy?”

“My, you’ve grown insolent in your old age, Chosen One.” Link tenses and Revali snaps his beak shut. That’s no way to begin a (tentative) friendship, is it? And isn’t that what Mipha had urged him towards, in the barest whisper? Had he hallucinated her direct eye contact, her murmured, you have more in common than you think? Surely not. Revali looks away. “She’ll be expecting something far more robust than just busy. Do you want me to make a fool of myself?”

Link loosens the reins on a warming smile. “The truth is sort of long-winded.”

“Wind is my specialty,” Revali smirks, and he tamps down the triumph of eliciting a sun-bright laugh from the Hylian. He has heard that sound maybe never. Emboldened, he offers, “You know, Urbosa sent us all home with a bottle of Gerudo’s finest after the last Champion’s meeting. It’s quite unbecoming to make a habit of drinking alone, and I’d hate to see it go to waste.” He searches Link’s face for a reaction and finds himself nigh blinded by a sleepy, subdued grin.

“Are you inviting me over?” he asks, voice high. “To hang out?”

Revali rolls his eyes and makes to leave. “Well, if you’re going to be a child about it—”

“No! No,” Link cuts in, and the Rito lets his wings fall. “I accept.”

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title from Damned Old Dog by The Roches.

please let me know what you think! I already have ideas for part ii :)

#first time I have written fic in years #they'er just so.......they #revalink #revalink fic #botw #botw fic #loz #writing #everybody lives

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