#hyrule bug-eyed as hell

[cheatsylu]

For a request, LU triple threat? I bet they’d be so cute in that style!

NOOOOOO don't use your canonically accurate strength Wild!!

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu triple threat #thanks for your request c: #hyrule bug-eyed as hell #doodle

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

I think that it’s about time Kohga and Sooga have a genuine heart to heart and discuss what their relationship really is, and to let Sooga finally properly discuss how he feels and his inferiority complex because poor baby

Oh we feel like feelings tonight? Aight, let’s fucking do it bitch. Some emotions and shit. 

Kohga realized something, just now, as he sat in his room. He was busy planning his stuff for the month ahead, when he saw his calendar. He had been dating Sooga for...a long time. The longest he had ever dated ANYONE actually. The realiztion shouldve been nothing, but it did in fact, hit him like a ton of bricks. Kohga put his planner down, and peeked his head through the little window of his room. Made from one way glass, it made it easy for Kohga to peer out without being seen. And of course, there was Sooga, ever dutiful by guarding his door. Kohga grumbled, scratching his head as if something was crawling on him. Jeez, why did this mess him up so badly? So what if they had been dating for so long? So what if he sat there, looking at Sooga, nearly swooning over him? It didn’t mean anything. Right?

“Sooga, I brought Master Kohga his snacks.”

Kohga looked outside, just in time to see Sooga talking with a Blademaster. He made the motion to come in, only to be stopped by Sooga.

“You may leave it with me. Only I am to enter his quarters.”

“For SOME reason.”

Sooga cocked his head as he was handed the plate of fruit.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me. You’re so tight with Master Kohga, but I don’t get it. Why you? You’re just his lackey.”

“I...mean something to him-”

“Like hell you do. You’re just some plaything, we all know it. He’s only telling you otherwise to get to your ass. Face it Sooga, a guy like you can’t REALLY be with him. Sooner you face it, the less it’s gonna hurt.”

“You speak lies.”

“If you say so. But if one day you find him in the arms of another, don’t act surprised. Kohga could have any man in Hyrule. Why would he pick someone so lowly as you?”

The blade master turned, and walked off. Sooga could tell he knew him personally, hence why his shoulders looked so stiff. They were true words spoken by someone he had considered at least a friend at some point in time. Kohga could only imagine the pain in his chest. He watched as Sooga sighed, and cleared his throat.

“Master Kohga, may I come in? I brought you your dinner.”

“...Yeah. Come in, Sooga.”

Sooga entered the room, and closed the door behind him, handing him his plate. He was about to turn and leave, when Kohga reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Actually...stay with me a second. And lock the door.”

“Ah. In the mood tonight, I take it.”

Sooga obeyed, and Kohga scoffed.

“Well geez, don’t sound disappointed if I was. But no, I don’t feel like railing you tonight. I just wanna talk.”

Kohga patted his bed, and Sooga obeyed, sitting down on his knees. Kohga took a deep breath, not sure just why he was doing this. This was so stupid.

“So...we’ve...been together. For a while.”

“Quite.”

“Well...you’re the longest relationship I’ve ever had.”

“That’s nice.”

Sooga was distracted. The other’s words ran deep within him, and Kohga hated how much he cared about it. Kohga held onto his hands, rubbing his palms with his thumbs.

“I just...want you to know I’m serious about us. Really I am.”

No words. He didn’t believe him. Kohga got up, and grabbed a candle from his pile of crap. He lit it, and set it right between them.

“And...I can prove it. I’m going to prove to you that this is important to me. YOU are important to me. Take off your mask for me.”

Sooga hesitated. It was mandatory that Kohga sees everyone’s face at least once to enter the clan, but it was the same as being completely nude in front of a crowd. He obeyed, though he clearly didnt want to. He un did his straps, and fully took off his mask. Deep, brown eyes, high cheekbones, and a small bit of hair right on his chin. He was a very, very handsome man. His eyes looked him over, no longer ashamed, but full of curiosity.

“I...do not understand what this is for.”

Kohga sighed, in total disbelief that he was going to do this. He met his eyes, determined to prove himself to him.

“I’m gonna kiss you. I’m gonna kiss you with my mask off.”

Kohga was about to take it off, when suddenly Sooga leapt forward, putting his palm on his mask. Had it not been for the candle, he’d be damn sure Sooga would’ve pinned him down to the damn floor.

“M-master Kohga! No! I’m n-not allowed to see your face! No one is! I insist you can’t! I’m not worthy of-”

“SHUT UP!!”

Kohga swatted his hand away, growling at the surprised looking man.

“I love you! I love you so much, it’s stupid! You ARE worthy of me! It’s why I picked you! You’re handsome and stupid and nice and loyal, and I’m so damn in love with you!! Why do you ALWAYS think you aren’t good enough for me?!”

Sooga remained silent. His gaze removed itself from his master, to his knees, which he was gripping very tightly.

“I...I was told by my father, at a young age, that I was only worth a blade. When I refused my hand in marriage to a noble woman, he called me useless. He told me no one would truly have love in their heart for me. After months of him beating that point into me, I’ve come to accept that as truth. I ran away at a young age, but it did nothing to soothe my heart. I was always never enough. A failure as an only son. A mistake of my mother’s womb. I love you Master Kohga. And because of that, I deem myself unworthy of you.”

Shit. Shit shit shit. Major daddy issue territory. Kohga had a damn good relationship with his dad, so he couldn’t relate. But Sooga was clearly hurting. He was clearly under the impression that his dad’s words were law. Kohga sighed, reaching over to hold onto his shaking hands.

“Sooga...I can’t fully understand your situation. But I do understand that I know none of that is true. I love you, so much. I can’t live without you. Please. PLEASE let me prove it to you. By showing you something I’ve never shown anyone else. If you don’t want it, if you don’t think this’ll work, I won’t. But I’m serious about you. And you know I’m not serious about anything.”

Sooga hesitated. He stilled his breath, clearly tempted to cry, before he lifted his head up, and nod.

“I...I would honor this. If you promise it is not out of pity, but out of genuine respect and love for me.”

Kohga nodded. For a moment, they understood one another. Their hearts were one. And all that mushy gushy bullshit. Kohga un did the straps to the mask, and very, ever so slowly, he peeled his mask away. He met Sooga’s eyes, and he nearly wanted to laugh. Sooga was staring at him so bugged eyed, absolutely destroyed in blush. Kohga chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

“So...feedback here, I’d love it.”

“You...are more beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined. I...never knew a face could be so...perfect.”

Kohga’s face was so soft, so smooth looking. A cute nose, cute cheeks, full lips, and his eyes. One held the calmness and beauty of the sea, the other held the deep, richness of the earth. It was a face that Sooga couldn’t have imagined in his wildest dreams. It was even more stunning when he grinned. His teeth were stunning, his cheeks were full, it radiated more beauty than the sun.

“Ha! You’re so full of it, Sooga. Lovesick puppy, you. You like my face so much, kiss it.”

“I’m….allowed to do that?”

“If anything, it’s an order.”

They chuckled for a moment, completely comfortable with one another. That was when Sooga carefully cupped his cheek in his hand, and leaned in for a kiss. It was soft, smooth, and very, very plentiful. Kohga had no idea how long he kissed him for, but he was certain it was quite a while, given how cold his snacks seemed to have gotten. Sooga parted the kiss after a while, eyes opening up in complete wonder.

“I...I never knew I could kiss an angel.”

“An angel who loves you. Very, very much. An angel who thinks you’re worth everything.”

“Even if I don’t find myself the same way?”

“Even then. Long as you know I do, that’s all that matters.”

Kohga put his bare forehead right onto Sooga’s, and for a moment, they just stared into each other’s eyes. It was so bullshit romantic, all that was missing was a goddamn piano in the background.

“Master Kohga?”

“Yeah?”

“May...may we stay like this? Just tonight? I never want to forget your face, even till we become dust.”

“Yeah. Just for tonight, we won’t have masks. Just for tonight, we’re...vulnerable. The both of us.”

“You’re a saint, Kohga.”

“I try.”

Kohga couldn’t believe it. He confessed his love for Sooga, and, to his surprise,

He didn't regret it, not for a second.

(also pls note these are headcanon looks, not canon. It’s a blend of stuff tbh)

#asks #kohga #sooga #listen #ive thought about a LOT #dont get used to the no masks though #i prefer masked couples here #it just felt big enough for this

[abizarreyodelingincident]

Our Nightly Confidant 5

Four steps in my shoes

Four feels strongly.

In general, as a rule, but also in this specific situation, where sweat sticks his hair to his forehead and the pegasus boots chaff from constant overuse. From the slight burn of his arm muscles that nonetheless keep swinging the Four Sword.

Amazingly, the emotion at the forefront of his mind cannot be easily and neatly assigned to one facet of him. Annoyance isn't exclusive to any one side of him, quite the contrary. And the 'you can go die!' disdain is a taaaaad too specific as well.

White paws sweep at him and barely miss the top of his head. Would have hit Ezlo, if this had been his first adventure. The pang of nostalgia doesn't help his focus much.

Small bursts of magic and swings of his boomerang sting enough to keep his enemy on the backfoot. Behind him, a few roots twist enough for an opening beneath the trunk. If he can just...

The paw slams inches away from where he was standing a second earlier.

Urgh. It had to happen after they marched all day in search of civilization, didn't it?

Well, nothing to it, Four adjusts his sword and glares back at the slitted eyes trailed on him.

Which is when the loudest, most thunderous bark he ever heard rips the air in half and hammers in his eardrums. The white monster (cat) yowls in fright, fur straight up in horror, back arched, and it sprints right up a tree.

Wolfie is a familiar sight, and a welcome one at that.

But some instinctive part of him that is more Minish than Hylian can't help grip the Four Sword tighter.  From this perspective, Wolfie has more in common with Wild's divine beasts than a regular animal. His claws look about as tall as Four himself. And at the moment, the wolf is displaying a mouth full of fangs that promise a painful death.

He doesn't blame the cat for scampering. He's seen what those fangs can do to a throat. Or a wrist. Or an ankle. Not, really, he thinks the cat shows great wisdom in getting the hell out of Wolfie's range.  

But, because he is a Hero of Courage, he flips the sword in his hands, sheathes it and waves his arms.

“Twilight!”

The shift is instantaneous, and a little amazing to witness. The ears perk up, the posture straightens from its crouch, the teeth all disappear behind the black lips. It's a flip of Pacci's cane, a turn on a rupee, and there's the big beast their group loves.

“You okay there, Smithy?” Twilight asked, sniffing him for signs of injuries.

It's strange, hearing Twilight's voice coming through the sort of mental-bond-language of the Minish. Useful though. He's not certain he currently possesses the patience for some games of charades with a wolf.

“No injuries.” He puts a hand on the damp nose even as a burst of hot air washes over him. “Just a bit out of breath.”

“Right.”

It's not a doubtful tone, but there's some Time-patented exasperation in there.

“I would have been fine, you know?” says the part of Four that is a bit younger. “I dealt with lots of monsters even at this size.”

(Not Wolfie size though, that he thinks might be beyond him when shrunk.)

The flat look he receives makes him want to squirm.

He's too controlled for that.

“Yes, yes, I know.” He waves off the implied question. “I thought the innkeeper's cat was still inside.”

“He was. But after he mewled a bit, his owner let him out. And when I didn't see you... I had a feeling.”

Four wants to hit his head against a tree. Animals always were more aware of the scent of Minish magic. Many eyed him curiously when he walked through town. He should have known the cat would want to stalk after him. Probably thinking he knew where a village was hidden. He's going to have internal arguments about this all night.

“Cats are all bastards.”

To Four's amazement, Twilight's tail curls between his legs, his ears drooping. He rather looks more the guilty dog part than the majestic beast he insists he is.

“... But they're so cuddly.”

“When you're bigger than them, maybe,” Four deadpans. “Sneaky little shits.”

Twilight's whine is absolutely ridiculous and enough to make him snicker.

“Fine, fine. I'm not deaf, I hear what they say. Not as bad as cuccos, though.” Twilight's gaze wanders off to a faraway place. “Nothing is as bad as those psychotic birds.”

They lose a moment reliving their trauma over the feathered fiends.

Twilight shakes it off first. He lies down, his body like a hill of dark fur before Four, and hints at his back. Any protest Four might have had before dies in the face of his aching legs. He can fight off monsters at this size, but it's unreasonably more complicated. And he is not in the mood to stab spiders in the face tonight.

The fur is silky under his fingers, which is comforting but also a bit of a pain. Climbing means parting the coat of dark hairs and finding grip against skin. Sometimes, the body under him flinches or trembles, like Twilight is fighting off the urge to roll over. Four imagines it's quite similar to tickling. So he hurries up and makes his way up to the top of Twilight's head. Between the ears and roughly around the markings on his forehead.

Satisfied, Twilight stands, and the whole world blurs like he's still using his pegasus boots. A few more steps are needed before Four's body adjusts to the speed, and then he can relax. Twilight's safe.

And, he notes, not heading straight for the inn.

“We noticed the looks, you know,” Twilight says, because he's one of those busybodies that can't help mother cucco everyone around him till they are 'right as rain over a spring'.

“So?” he replies, even, practiced.

(Zelda had questions, at first, then orders that were swiftly obeyed, when in her sight. He hasn't told her that yet.)

“... How many of them do that?”

Do what? He wants to ask. The inn's owner had been quite polite, very careful in avoiding certain words around Four. Indeed so careful that Four could feel their syllables get more and more defined by the innkeeper's silence.

“Whisper?” he settles for. “A few. I'm weird, I know. Shorter than some kids, but can lift a hammer to forge. Own my business outside Castle Town, only shows up for groceries, talks to myself sometimes and stares at empty spots on shelves. I don't know, I suppose they expected me to apprentice beforehand, but there was a kingdom to save and what did that matter then?”

He punches the ground next to him before remembering too late it is Twilight's head.

The growl doesn't last. But the first few words he says are a bit more bitten out than the tone implies.

“There's a kid in my village. Younger than you. Couldn't lose the baby fat in his face for the longest time.” Twilight snorts, and his tail wags a bit. “And he's smart, really smart, a lot more mature than his older brother too.”

Four has a feeling that's partially due to the older brother's personality, but holds his tongue.

“People whispered behind his back. 'That boy is so creepy.'”

“Fey-touched,” Four says before he can hold back the red in him.

That one hurt. He's picked up habits from the Minish, he's aware. Little things like leaving keystones lying around for other kids or tiptoeing minish rings in the grass. But for those differences to matter so much, he hadn't expected until the first time the words had been floating around him.

“Ah,” Twilight says, followed by a whole lot of nothing.

Crickets around them sing. He can almost see some Minish putting a collar on the bugs to bring them home for a concert. Moving from behind stalks of grass, praying to the moon and the goddesses.

Then, Twilight says: “That takes me back.”

Four stumbles through the fur, his hands grasping on some new strands, but he can't tell if his unbalance is due a jolt in their steps or to the enormity of the idea. Twilight, the stereotypical rancher, seen as an outsider?

He tries, but all his brain conjures up is a much shorter version of Twilight dragging goats by the horns. That and dancing (badly) to the melody of a grass whistle.

Even from his spot atop Twilight's head, the eye roll is obvious despite being out of sight. “The only Hylian in a village of Humans?” he drawls. “Found as a toddler lost in the woods? Hardly able to speak for a while?”

Oh, Four thinks, that'd do it.

“They don't have the right to say that to you,” Twilight growls. “You're their hero.”

He could bask in the warmth. Lets himself lie down on Twilight and forget all about the events of tonight.

Curiosity wins, or well, violet does. “What did you do?”

“Nothing special? Just stayed the same and let them talk.”

Four's eyes bug out. “That's it? Nothing? How does that change anything?”

“When you're you, Four... When you're a good person regardless of rumors and whispers... Idiots don't stop talking, but the ones that are worth it stop listening.” A wolfish grin breaks out on Twilight's face. “Besides, you should have seen their black eyes after Rusl heard them say it to my face. After that... well, they could have called me the King of Evil and it wouldn't have mattered. Knowing you got someone in your corner's better than hollow praise from idiots.”

Four blushes.

He forgot for a bit, and he'll apologize to Zelda when he sees her, but it's true. Whenever he recalls that moment, the guard's words aren't ever the same. The phrasing lost all its power, outshone by the impassioned defense and the sheer anger wielded by his friend.

His back straightens. And he allows himself some childish pride in having the Princess of Hyrule in his corner. What do they have to beat that?

Twilight rumbles a laugh. “So... yeah, ignore them. Put them in their place if you want, the goddesses know you have the strength to do it, but that won't change their minds about anything. If you want some peace of mind, discard the idiots.”

Companionable silence falls between them. Four doesn't feel the need to speak after that bit of reassurance. They circle the woods, avoiding Hylians late on the road and monsters alike. Twilight's seemingly content just taking him on a ride, and Four's loath to admit he wants the moment to last a little longer.

They're not too far back from their starting point when he decides to ask: “About that kid?”

“Malo?”

“Yeah, him, how does he deal with it?”

Twilight does not answer right away. He first jumps over some large, gnarled roots and growls at a fox that seemed a bit too curious about the smell of Minish magic. Four's grateful for the time to calm his pounding heart.

“Well, Malo just stares at them until they get uncomfortable. Then he asks them what they're looking for. It never seems to affect him too much.” – discomfort hits at that, and Four can't tell why – “But, well, it also happened in front of me, you know? And I take after my Pa. So I might have knocked a couple of heads together in Casle Town. Followed by a strong talking to. Not that Malo appreciated that I ran off some of his customers.” A sigh. “That kid, I swear.”

Four grimaces. That type of 'customers'. Will think they bless his forge with their presence, praise him to all ends, then turn around and whisper. “I'm sure he's grateful inside.”

“Eh, I hope so, but it's his call in the end. Can't live his life for him.” Some muscles roll, and Four gets the impression of a shrug. “Speaking of, what do you want to do, Smithy?”

The question takes him by surprise, and it's silly that he didn't expect it.

He knows that Twilight would spend the night outside with him if he asks. They're no strangers to outdoor camping and the woods of his era are less dangerous than most. Wolfie would intimidate most if not all the creatures that live inside it.

But it would be illogical to sleep in the woods when they have more than enough rupees to pay for some rooms in a local inn.

Four is reasonable. It's one of his trademarks as a Hero. Mature for his age. Calm. Collected. It's how he's taken seriously as an adventurer. Why would he shatter an illusion that useful? Over some mild ostracization?

'Serve it cold,' says one quarter of him.

Another sides with Twilight. Their big brother made a good point. They couldn't be bothered by every single ungrateful person out there. They'd always exist, so let them stew in jealousy and paranoia and fear. He has the favor of the Princess, his best friend. What does he need anger for against a countryside shop owner?

But, the blue in him counters with an hammer-like argument: 'No, the best revenge is both.'

The others would be a little mad, he thinks. A little.

He's usually mature enough not to get in trouble. He's due for some insanity and explosions. Wild would back him up here. And it might be his voice in his head that pushes the words out of his mouth.

“So, not that I haven't listened to a word you said, but, hypothetically, if I needed help knocking heads together...”

“How many heads? Wars mentioned an interesting technique he learned from his sparring with some Sheikah general the other night. Though, if you'd rather, I can say, without boasting, that a lot of grown men weep at this form. It's embarrassing for everyone, I tell you.”

Four snorts, struck by mischief. “We're going to need to find a stump. I might have a plan.”

Yes, Four contemplates, the glint of wolf fangs under the moonlight is just as terrifying as he figured it would be. He can't wait.

                                                        ***

Legend is silently debating with Sky over the right to punch the innkeeper in the face. It's a fierce debate communicated entirely through raised eyebrows, scrunched up nose, muted snarls and meaningful looks.

The others' patience is steadily fraying at the edges. It's especially noticeable with their youngest. There are fireworks going off on Wind's face. The knife cutting his slab of meat to pieces steadily stabs into it every time the innkeeper's mouth opens.

“And where are you fine young men traveling to?” he says with a customer pleaser smile.

'Fine young men'. Ah! There's a thing he didn't say about Four. The fucking nerves of this man.

“Far,” Time replies, his tone even, but his expression thoroughly unimpressed.

“Ah, yes, of course...” the innkeeper says agreeably. “You, huh, you'll be going with the, ahem, with the boy, I imagine?”

How dare he sound hopeful? And 'boy'?! This man's livelihood is owed to the smithy! And he doesn't even have the excuse of mind control!

A hint of shame tickles the back of his mind, when he had first heard the innkeeper talking. He had sounded nothing like the ones from his era, who sometimes refused him entry outright on the basis of old and false accusations.

This current attitude was, technically speaking, a strict improvement over that.

But does the man have to come alive and become so at ease serving them food whilst the Hero of this land take a walk outside? Alone, at night?

Legend grunts into his mug. The rancher left after the smithy, so that ought to solve the 'feelings' question. A bit of a stick-in-the-mud he might be, but Twilight's one of the few he would trust to help navigate difficult feelings. He's got the patience for it, unlike a lot of them who tackle everything the way they do a dungeon, with reckless abandon.

Yet, in the cozy warmth of the fire in the hearth, over the hesitant plucking of the minstrel's chords, a howl suddenly calls to the moon.

They, alone, do not tense.

The howl echoes a second time, much louder. Closer.

The innkeeper shoots them a desperate look, but Legend suddenly realizes that he is blind, and possibly deaf. He has no reason to stand up, much less draw his sword. And, would Farore look at that, his condition is contagious!

The hinges creak as they inch open.

If Legend were not so experienced, he might have been nervous. But he's better than that. He leans back in his seat, places a hand on Hyrule's shoulder, and sips his ale.

There in the doorway, cut in shadows with the moon as backdrop, riding on a large grey wolf, Four raises both arms high in the air.

“Fear my unnatural power,” he says with as ominous a voice he can produce.

Warriors snorts, cheeks reddened by alcohol, and he gives a thumbs-up to their smith, despite the owner's pale complexion.

The mugs left on the table begin to shake. Oh, this is gonna be good.

It starts with a pair of squirrels and a owl, neither obeying their instincts in favor of swooping inside the inn. Followed by a handful of moles, fireflies and stray dogs.

In a flash of white, the inn's cat bolts inside the inn, meowing, till it reaches its owner's legs and climbs onto him. It perches itself on his bald head, seconds before the first deer bounces inside the building.

Epona breaks the first table.

But the three raccoons lunging after his cat are what make the owner scream.

Legend guffaws in his ale.

#Linkeduniverse #Linked Universe #LU Twilight #LU Four #LU Wolfie

[mrneighbourlove]

Constricting Souls: Ch 8. Family Intervention

Ralnor had not seen much of Leere lately. Then again, he had not seen her the entire week. Where was she? He wondered if she left again...

A messenger hawk cawed loudly suddenly, flying into the palace very angrily, squawking at the prince.

"Who put a firecracker on your tail feathers?" Ralnor huffed at the bird as he took the message. Reading over the note’s symbol, the prince sighed heavily, a dark cloud forming over his head. "That... stupid snake..."

The note was simply two words written in blood. "Meet me." Signed from a 'Pluto'.

Ralnor wondered what was going on now for the lynel to message him of all the Hive members. So, the prince went to their usual meeting spot to wait for Hades.

At the edge of the catacombs, Sheer-Khan galloped into view, glaring down at the prince. His main was stained with red wine and he smelled of something Blue had concocted. "About time. If you had not shown in ten more minutes, you would have never seen your sister again."

"If that snake has hurt her, I'll flood the tunnels with gas and light it aflame." Ralnor growled. "What is it?"

"It's her that's the issue."

"...? What?" Ralnor gestured for Hades to be more specific, rolling his wrist. "Well, spit it out?"

"Watch your tongue Gerudo." Sheer-Khan was not in any mood to be pleasant. Usually he played in delicate conversation with the prince, but all his patience had been diminished. "She’s been nothing but trouble since arriving. The first thing they did was summon a demon from her body. It destroyed a wing of the catacombs, some sort of infection still left over. After that she seduced White, Blue, and finally Bonegrinder himself. I thought she'd leave after getting what she wanted in the temple she came for, but after entering, she refuses to leave. At this moment, she's drunk off her ass, having the sisters and friend join her. Bonegrinder insists its no issue, but he's gone soft on her. I and the rest of the hive are on overtime. Blue is behind on making her supplies. You need to go into that mess and pull your horrible sister out. Before I do by my jaw line."

"... so you're telling me that my sister has been partying with those two insects for nearly a whole week?" Ralnor could understand why Hades wanted her out of the catacombs. When Leere partied, it did not stop for days. "... take me to her. I'll bring her home."

"They’re arachnids. She's a bad influence on Bonegrinder as well."

As they walked down, they found Bonegrinder listening peacefully to the music Leere was singing. She had just finished shredding a guitar solo. "FUCK YEAH!!!"

With a grin she slammed more of Ralnor's wine down, followed by pouring the rest of the bottle of a very, very drunk Blue and White's breasts. “To my greatest fans! Give me some sugar babies~”

"... oh sweet goddesses, I think I went temporarily blind there for a moment." Ralnor felt bile rise in his throat at the sight of his sister dancing naked while enticing the sisters into more fun.

"Pretty prince? What are you doing here?" Bonegrinder asked Ralnor as Leere continued to make out with Blue and White. "He didn't think you liked to watch."

"I'm here to collect my sister due to Hades informing me of her bad influences as well as your business suffering because of it." Ralnor grumbled under his breath. "If you suffer, I suffer, I'm simply watching out for the both of us." Walking over to Leere, he threw his cloak around her shoulders. "Come home now, sis, time to go home." With that, he threw Leere over his shoulder and went in the direction of the exit.

"Hey, hey, hey, what the fuck?!" She elbowed Ralnor in the eye, being dropped to the floor. Drunkenly about to fight, she paused seeing her brother. "Oh, hey bro. W-w-what's uuuuup? I'm in the middle of a *burp* concert."

"OW! Leere, stop fidgeting!!!" Ralnor did not mean to drop her, but the blow to his head hurt. "No, you're going home." He attempted to pick her back up over his shoulder.

Leere kneed him in the stomach, apparently a master of drunk kung-fu. "Fuck off Ralnor. I'm not going back. I-I'm where I belong now."

"Ooof!" Ralnor stumbled in his steps but did not let go, clamping his arms over her legs and keeping a good grip around her waist. "You're coming home, Leere." His voice was stern. "We've all been worried about you. Do you think it's a good thing to just suddenly disappear? Mama and Papa have been worried sick! Covarog has been looking for you in the towns! You even missed Tebanam, and he was only here for a couple of days! What is wrong with you? You're coming home, and that is that!"

"Fuck OFF!" Leere used her magic to summon some hands to grab Ralnor by the ankles and trip him. As they tumbled, she got up to drink more wine. "I-I'm a curse to my friends. Fucking dying all the time. My only friends are monsters, because they can't die being linked to me. Aaaaaand guess what. It's only a matter of time before I hurt my family. And I’ll k-k-kill myself before that happens. So why don't you go back to Mama and Papa. You're j-j-j-just a prince. A p-p-pussy ass prince. You can't even take a woman half your size. Oh shit... bottles empty. Fuck it. It's your wine. I’m gonna get some more and party even harder. Biiiiiiitch."

"Damn it, Leere!" Ralnor had to fight to get the skeletal hands off of him, kicking the bones apart. "Do you think we give a shit?! We're your family, we love you! We don't give a second thought about curses!" He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her slightly. "Look at what all we have survived in these past few years! Hyrule was attacked, we almost lost our family, the castle in ruins, history lost, and we had to rebuild! But we had each other and pulled through! Do you think that you're the only one who's had it tough?! Get that pathetic nonsense out of your head and come home, right fucking now!!!"

Leere felt her anger rise, smashing the wine bottle in her drunk defiance. "I've had it tougher than ANY OF YOU! FUCK! YOU! RALNOR!" She pushed him back, something deep in her bleeding and hurt. She didn't even notice the tears started to well up. "You ever been raped? You ever watch birth parents been torn apart by that bastard Klinge? You ever find out that said parents wanted you to be a human sacrifice? You ever, in all your spoiled, privileged life, have to deal with the things I've had to see?" She gave a small insane chuckle to herself, bugged eyed. "So what, you were possessed briefly? Sounds like FUN! I have something I can't even describe as a demon living inside my body. I attract evil. I've lost friends to abominations of darkness and hell because they associated themselves with me. Carlos would never have died to the Beacon had I not encouraged his work. Silvia would never been devoured by the snake had I just said no to helping her exploration. And that's just two examples! You think Teb would find Shadow temples? You think your precious wife could stumble upon a cursed jewel that gives you night terrors, than makes those night terrors real!? I am a fucked up person to be around! And than, the cherry on the fucking cake! I w-w-was stupid enough to go into the temple of time. I think I saw my future.  When I die, all of you are going down shortly after! I won't allow that. I'm a fucking monster, so I'm staying with the rest of the monsters. So tell me again how tough you have it! TELL ME AGAIN YOU DUMB-hic-BASTARD!" Leere stumbled back onto a chair, rubbing her eyes to not cry. "It doesn't matter that you love me. I'm dangerous. S-s-so get the fuck out of here…"

Ralnor let Leere have her tirade. There was obvious anger in his eyes, but his expression was tired. For the first time in his life, the secondborn prince threw up his hands. He released a frustrated sigh and then shook his head.

"I'm tired of fighting you, Leere. I'm tired of you leaving and coming back." Ralnor knew how she truly felt, so now he was going to tell her exactly what she needed. "Sometimes, when you leave, we wonder if you're ever coming back. You call yourself a princess of Hyrule, but you're not. You're really just a wandering nomad, looking for answers that will never satisfy you in the first place." He scoffed. "If you want to stay with the damn monsters, then go ahead! I won't stop you. Evidently, you trust an ancient snake you met just a few days ago more than you do your own brother." He then turned to leave, but stopped and looked at Hades. "Bonegrinder got her this way, he can fix it his damn self."

Hades growled. "No. She's already messed up operations enough. Club her on the head and take her if you have to. Or I'll just kill her now."

Leere looked down at the bottle, sniffing to herself. Ralnor’s words had cut deep into her psyche. "I-I... I don't know what I'm doing. I'm not good to anyone. I mess up things here or on the surface. I pretend to be princess when it suits me. But I'm not. I'm not like Rinku. I'm not like you Ralnor. I almost got Bonegrinder trapped seeing his own family. Than I persuaded him into fucking me, drinking all his wine, and smoking his drugs to try and not feel so pained.... And than you said it yourself. You wonder if I'm dead.... Leere looked up from the bottle, almost in a haze. "I feel dead. On the inside. It gets worse every die. Did you know I was named 'Emptiness'? How funny is that? You think I'm empty on the inside?” Leere was tired. So tired of just wandering.

"Tiny princess," Bonegrinder's voice interjected in the argument. "It is time for you to go home with your brother. You need to get some help, my porcelain doll." He fixed the cloak around her shoulders. "Sometimes, the deep, pit in one's soul feels like it can never be filled. It keeps taking and taking, bottomless. Though what you have to do, is keep faith in those around you. If not for this snake's children, he would be aimless. You must not give up, Leere... everyone will have their day in the sunlight."

"What help? What possible help?"

"... okay, for once, just listen to the old snake, Leere. Come with me. We're going to see a doctor and get you some help." Ralnor stated firmly. "Now."

She looked up to Ralnor, her head killing her. "I'm a terrible sister Ralnor. I don't... I'm not as good as Orana or Kanisa. What doctor can analyze me?"

"A psychiatrist... but first, Doctor Boveir. Now let's go, right now."

Leere nodded, shaking her head. "O-ok. Can I have my clothes. Or do you want to carry me again..."

"Go with your brother, tiny princess." Bonegrinder urged her. "He will be able to get you aid that you need, more so than you know. Put your faith in family, yes? This Anagari will be here if you need him too. You've had your fun... now you need to get better."

"Are you going to kick me again?"

"....No….”

"I don't hit women unless I have to, and I'm not going to hit you. Don't kick me again or I'll drop you on purpose this time." Ralnor hefted Leere onto his back, piggyback style. "We'll get you some new clothes. Yours smell like ass."

"Bonegrinder will come and check in on the tiny princess later, pretty prince."

"Joy."

"Do make sure she gets some proper rest."

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