I Don’t Know Why, But I Suddenly Feel Like Diving Deeper Into Link’s Connections With My Mutual’s

SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF LINK

Past  lives  couldn't  ever  hold  me  down Lost  love  is  sweeter  when  it's  finally  found I've  got  the  strangest  feeling This  isn't  our  first  time  around.

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

❝ i’ve got time. i’ve got lots of time. ❞

The green knight starters / Accepting

MORNING LIGHT SPILLS ACROSS THE VAST PLAINS OF HYRULE AS THE SUN CRESTS THE HORIZON, BATHING THE WORLD IN SOFT GOLD. The landscape stretches out in quiet solitude, a peaceful expanse of rolling hills and gentle meadows, untouched by the chaos of the past. In the distance, the faint call of birds echoes, their melodies carried by the soft breeze. All the while, beside Link, a stream flows steadily over smooth, polished stones, its surface shimmering in the early light, tracing ripples that mirrored the quiet stirrings of a waking world.

❝ I'm almost ready ❞ he murmurs, aware of the subtle impatience laced in the other's teasing tone. Still shaking off the last traces of sleep, the knight glances down at his reflection in the clear water to smooth out his tunic, his hands moving over the fabric with a relaxed, almost automatic effort. HE RUNS HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR, TYING IT BACK INTO A LOOSE PONYTAIL, not quite as neat as usual but functional enough. Then, with a final tug at his belt and an adjustment to his sword, he glances back up, the lingering drowsiness almost gone as he walks over to where he was waiting for him.

Once he reaches him, Link finally asks the question that had been lingering in his mind ever since Kenneth had started to wake him ❝ Why the hurry today ? ❞ His voice is calm, curious, as he tilts his head slightly, watching for a response ❝ Did anything happen while I was asleep ? ❞ he adds, his brow lifting just a little, his tone shifting with a hint of concern. If that was the case, what kind of hero would he be ? It is not a moment where he could afford to let his guard down. Not after everything that had happened.

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

HE  REMAINED  SILENT  AS  HIS  BROWS  FURROWED  IN  THOUGHT,  doubt  filling  his  mind  as  he  contemplated  the  two  options  at  hand.  Though  perhaps  the  fact  that  he  walked  over  to  her  in  order  to  kneel  beside  her  was  answer enough of what he had decided.  An  hour  wouldn't  make  much  of  a  difference  if  she  did  discover  something  important,  and  he  would  always  be  at  her  side  to  make  sure  no  harm  ever  came  to  her  ❝  Can  I  help?  ❞  his  eyes  examined  the  stone  first  before  travelling  to  meet  hers  at  the  question.

“   oh  ...   ”      disappointment  stains  her  tone ,      a  longing  hand  lingering  upon  carved  stone ,      as  intricate  as  it  is  mysterious  .         it  seems  to  hum  beneath  her  palm  with  some  ancient  hymn ,      attempting  to  communicate  a  message  that  she  cannot  glean  .        she  can  almost  understand ,      like  a  word  caught  upon  the  tip  of  her  tongue  .      “   couldn't  we  stay  just  an  hour  longer  ?         i'm  sure  that  i'm  close  to  ...         something  .         if  i  just  had  a  little  more  time  ...   ”

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

Important note that I don't think I have mentioned yet, while I know that Link is a child (like 10-12 years old) in some games, I won't rp him any younger than 17 as I simply do not feel comfortable with it.

However, what happens when he is young can be plotted between our muses so that it shapes their relationship, his actions with them, etc when he's older.

❝ my dear friend, my successor as azem. to you, i entrust the future. it is time that you wake, for the never - ending journey calls for you. walk free, &. bear the light for others to follow, as you've ever done. title of azem shed centuries ago, now, you must become the warrior of light. ❞

an independent, mutuals-only writing blog for THE WARRIOR OF LIGHT / AZEM, named SARASTUS. based on the final fantasy xiv - game, with my own adaptations to the lore, ( the main importance sarastus' soul remained mostly unharmed during the sundering, because of hydaelyn ) written by deax, ( she / her, 25 )

“Smile! Everyone is waiting for you….“

Sketch Comic for hyruleheart‘s Zelink Week!! Day 2 - Smile

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.