Q  :  HOW  DO  YOU  NEED  TO  BE  TOUCHED?

❝ it seems shadow has been moved by light. ❞ ( so there are options! )

Legend of zelda starters / Accepting

IT  WAS  THE  ORDER  OF  THINGS,  HOW  THIS  CIRCLE  THAT  NEVER  SEEMED  TO  COME  TO  AN  END  WORKED.  The  demon  king  had  finally  been  defeated,  and  the  hero  was  the  one  who  remained  standing.  As  the  smoke  cleared,  he  emerged  from  the  haze,  with  slightly  torn  clothes  and  dirt  and  sweat  smearing  his  face,  illuminated  by  a  gleam  of  blue  light.  The  battlefield,  now  visible  all  around  him,  was  a  testament  to  the  ferocity  of  their  clash,  with  charred  earth  and  shattered  stones  bearing  witness  to  the  struggle.

All  of  his  muscles  should  be  resenting  from  it  —  begging  him  from  some  well  deserved  rest.  Though  perhaps  the  adrenaline  coursing  through  his  body  was  what  was  keeping  him  from  collapsing  right  there  and  then.  What  was  giving  him  the  necessary  strength  to  address  the  question  that  had  been  gnawing  at  his  mind  ever  since  he  had  learned  of  the  destiny  awaiting  him  ❝  tell  me,  ❞  the  knight  began,  turning  around  as  he  placed  the  legendary  sword  back  in  its  sheath  when  he  heard  their  voice  from  behind.

❝  is  it  truly  over  now  ?  ❞  Link  asked  between  heavy  breaths,  his  voice  a  mixture  of  both  hope  and  doubt.  Sapphire  eyes  remained  steady,  locking  onto  those  of  the  sheikah.  Their  enemy  had  been  sealed  but,  would  it  be  enough  ?  And  if  it  was  only  temporary...  how  long  would  peace  last  before  Hyrule  had  to  face  such  chaos  and  malice  once  more ?  As  he  awaited  their  answer,  he  could  feel  his  heart  pound  quickly  inside  his  chest.  Yet,  regardless  of  what  it  might  be,  he  wanted,  needed  to  hear  it.

❝ i have a dragon’s temper, that’s all. you must not let it frighten you. ❞

Asoiaf: sword of storms starters / Accepting

TARGARYENS  HAD  ALWAYS  HAD  FIRE  RUNNING  THROUGH  THEIR  VEINS,  AND  HIS  QUEEN  WAS  NO  DIFFERENT.  It  had  passed  down  through  generations  and  to  extinguish  it  would  be  to  rid  her  of  the  very  essence  that  made  her  who  she  was.  A  leader  who  inspired  love  and  loyalty  in  anyone  around  her.  But  fire  could  be  as  dangerous  as  it  was  magnificent  if  allowed  to  blaze  without  control.  As  her  servant,  the  knight  felt  it  was  his  responsibility  to  shield  her  from  that  double-edged  sword.

❝  If  I  may  speak  freely,  your  grace  ❞  Link  began,  with  the  respect  she  was  due  ❝  it  is  not  your  temper  that  frightens  me  ❞  After  all,  without  the  strength  she  seemed  to  draw  from  it,  he  was  sure  it  would  have  been  impossible  for  anyone,  let  alone  someone  so  young,  to  accomplish  what  Daenerys  had.  She  was  the  girl  who  saw  solutions  no  one  else  was  capable  of  —  the  girl  who  had  walked  into  the  flames  with  three  stones  and  walked  out  with  three  dragons.  How  could  she  not  believe  she  was  destined  for  great  things  ?

❝  but  rather  it  leading  you  to  danger  ❞  her  growing  conviction  in  her  own  infallibility  had  made  her  ignore  her  advisors' arguments  more  than  once.  It  had  blurred  the  fine  line  between  bravery  and  recklessness  and  caused  her  to  step  into  many  risky  situations  because  she  believed  her  fate  was  to  sit  the  Iron  Throne  and  nothing  would  stop  her  before  that.  Yet  fate  was  a  fickle  thing,  as  changing  as  the  wind.  And  it  wouldn't  be  the  first  time  the  world  had  witnessed  the  fall  of  a  dragon.

nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

“  what can i do to help?  ”

Softer prompts / Accepting

MEMORY,  WHAT  A  FRAGILE  THING  IT  HAD  PROVEN  TO  BE.  The  calamity,  his  companions,  their  failure...One  would  think  there  was  no  way  for  someone  to  forget  it.  Yet,  he  had,  consequence  of  his  way  too  long  rest.  Even  his  own  scars  had  become  silent.  But  now  he  had  awaken  again,  and  he  must  remember.  If  only  to  know  and  understand  mistakes  of  the  past  so  that  history  wouldn't  repeat  itself.  If  only  to  remember  her...

The  Sheikah  Slate  was  supposed  to  help  him  in  that  regard.  For  the  princess  had  taken  photos  and  he  had  always  been  at  her  side.  However,  finding  the  place  where  said  photos  had  been  taken  was  proving  to  be  a  much  more  complicated  task  than  the  knight  had  originally  thought.  The  only  solution  he  had  found  to  solve  the  problem  was  actually  quite  simple,  asking  people.  So,  that's  what  he  had  been  doing  for  days  and  that's  what  he  continued  to  do  when  he  came  across  that  woman.

❝  Forgive  me,  I  will  not  take  much  of  your  time  ❞  and  as  if  his  words  had  been  a  promise,  he  went  straight  to  the  point  ❝  I  am  looking  for  this  place  ❞  Link  began,  taking  a  few  steps  closer  to  her  so  that  she  could  take  a  good  look  at  what  he  meant  ❝  and  from  what  I have  gathered  it  should  be  near here,  do  you  happen  to  know  anything  of  it?  ❞  surprisingly  he  found  his  heart  beating  slightly  faster  once  the  question  had  come  out  of  his  lips,  perhpas  with  the  hope  that  his  search  would  finally  be  over.

I have seen some people talk about their muse's height on the dash and this is a good opportunity as any to remind you guys Link is 5'2

I believe you all should let Link be your muse's protector. He will literally do anything for them.

HE  RETURNS  THE  SMILE  AND  FOLLOWS  HER  LEAD,  TURNING  HIS  ATTENTION  TO  HIS  PORTION  OF  THE  FOOD.  The  aroma  alone  is  enough  to  drown  out  everything  else,  however,  it's  the  rich  flavor  what  ends  up  consuming  all  of  his  focus.  THAT  IS,  UNTIL  THE  QUESTION  COMES.  It's  a  natural  one,  he  knows  —  just  a  polite  way  to  spark  a  conversation  and  learn  more  about  him.  Yet,  he  can't  avoid  how  his  muscles  tense  beneath  his  skin  in  response  to  it.  Which  makes  him  have  a  slightly  more  serious  face  when  he  looks  back  at  her.

❝  Well,  ❞  he  begins,  cleverly  using  the  fact  that he  still  had  a  bite  left  of  the  fish  to  gain  some  time  to  consider  his  next  words.  He's  already  decided  she  seems  like  a  good  person,  someone  who  doesn't  deserve  deception  or  cold  detachment.  But,  how  much  of  it  would  be  safe  to  tell  ?  He  isn't  sure,  though  perhaps  there's  a  middle  ground.  One  that  allows  him  to  balance  both  honesty  and  discretion  in  this  situation  ❝  I'm  following  the  rumor  that  a  friend  I'm  looking  for  was  seen  nearby  ❞  a  half-told  truth.  That  way,  he  ensures  that  the  possibility  of  HER  being  there  wouldn't  reach  unwanted  ears  while  the  other  would  know  enough  to  understand  his  intentions.

❝  Oh,  and  my  name  is  Link  by  the  way  ❞  the  hero  adds,  his  voice  easing  back  into  its  more casual tone  as  he  realizes  he  hadn't  properly  introduced  himself  before.  With  everything  that  had  happened,  it  had  completely  slipped  his  mind.  Then,  he  discreetly  wipes  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth  with  the  back  of  his  hand,  just  in  case  any  remnants  of  their  meal  lingered  there.  Don't  want  to  look  stupid  now,  do  you  ?  he  thinks  quietly  before  asking  ❝  What  about  you  ?  ❞

THERE IS CERTAIN FIRMNESS TO THE SOFT REQUEST, : ONE SHE CAN RECOGNIZE ALL TOO WELL. perhaps that is why she does not even attempt to utter an argument, or perhaps it is because of the genuine hunger she feels within. ... SO, corners of her lips are tugged upwards ; the sun could very well reside even in that softest of smiles. gloved finger reaches for the skewer, for a moment ethereal eyes focus on it, but as she gently takes hold, her gaze lifts to meet with his own. ... ❝ if you are certain, ❞ AH, ONE MORE WAY OUT GIVEN! though the food is at her grasp, she does not take a bite. but, an answer soon comes ; one that is fair, perhaps given with the knowledge that such a factor would ease some concern. &. if that was the case, he was correct ; something that she confirms with a nod of her head. ❝ thank you. ❞ words of gratitude echo once more, &. then, the skewer is brought to her lips, &. she takes a bite. ( rest now, hero. )

SILENCE FILLS THE AIR, : IF ONE EXCLUDES THE SOFT SOUNDS THE HORSE BESIDE THE CAMP MAKES, ALONG WITH THE CRACKLING FLAMES. another skewer upon her grasp already, though she has eaten slowly. let that speak volumes on how long the silence had stretched. ... but glances has been stolen, once or twice ; not out of suspicion, more out of curiosity. she twirls the stick slowly around &. round between her fingers. ❝ so, ❞ she begins, boldly breaking the silence. ❝ what has brought you out here? ❞ FROM ONE ADVENTURER TO ANOTHER! always eager to hear the tales of others, as she is to share her own.

THE  KNIGHT  MOVED  SILENTLY  THROUGH  THE  MOONLIT  ANCIENT  RUINS.  The  air  was  cool  and  crisp,  the  stillness  of  the  night  broken  only  by  the  distant  hoot  of  an  owl.  As  he  navigated  the  labyrinth  of  pathways,  he  eventually  noticed  a  large  open  courtyard  where  vines  twisted  around  old  pillars,  and  the  remnants  of  what  might  once  have  been  a  grand  fountain  lay  at  the  center,  now  dry  and  cracked.  They  had  told  him  that  he  may  be  able  to  find  clues  that  helped  him understand  what  had  happened  to  her  there.  But  where ?

He  began  examining  the  area  though suddenly  a  chill  ran  down  his  spine.  As  if  there  was  a  palpabable  energy  there,  an  undercurrent  of  magic  that  made  the  hairs  of  the  back  of  his  neck  stand  on  end.  He  had  company.  His  hand  instinctively  moved  to  the  hilt  of  his  sword,  drawing  it  out  of  its  sheath  and  readying  himself  for  anything  that  might  come  ❝  whoever  you  are  I  suggest  you  come  out  ❞  Link's  voice  broke  the  silence  that  had  reigned  up  to  that  instant.  And,  despite  his  calm  demeanor,  there  was  an  unmistakable  edge  to  his  words  —  a  subtle  warning.

@lenfaer liked for a small thing!

The ceasefire agreement was reached and joy is floating among the Palestinian people