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deadhaven · 1 day
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Especially the lies.
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skyward-floored · 2 months
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“Link!”
He looks up at the shout, and watches distantly as Tune and Mask both run out from camp to meet him, relief on their faces.
“Captain, the battle ended hours ago, we couldn’t find you anywhere!” Tune says with a worried note to his voice, clasping Link’s arm, “Impa and Lana are both going nuts, we must have searched camp three times. We thought something had happened to you!”
Link feels a flicker of guilt.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, lowering his head. “I was... held up.”
He knew he should have gone back to camp immediately after getting away from Cia, but he’d found himself dragging his feet. The battle had already ended by the time she was gone, and Link had slowly wandered back to camp, running over Cia’s words, studying every bit, trying to find any hint that they were just lies meant to unsteady him.
The dragon knight Volga is your father, Link.
The words still sent a sick feeling shooting through his stomach.
“Well... where were you all this time?” Tune asks, and Mask narrows his eyes.
“You’re not hurt, are you?” he asks sharply, and Link shakes his head, meeting Mask’s eyes to try and reassure him he’s not lying. “Oh good. That means I can do this.”
Mask whips a leg out and kicks him in the shin, making Link yelp in pain as he nearly doubles over.
“Mask! Why did you do that?!” he asks, clutching at his leg that will no doubt soon be a lovely shade of purple. How does such a small kid have so much leg strength?!
“He was worried, captain, we all were,” Tune says more sympathetically, though he’s wearing an amused grin. It fades after a minute though, and he studies Link with a calculating look, eyes darting across his face. “So what actually happened?”
Link looks between the two of them, and swallows as he releases his leg.
“Cia. She had me alone.”
Tune and Mask both freeze, any amusement on their faces turned immediately to a mix of concern and fear.
“Did she do anything?” Mask asks urgently, grabbing at his arm.
Link hesitates, and Mask’s grip tightens.
“Captain. What did she do?” Mask demands as Tune looks at him in worry, and Link closes his eyes. There’s no harm in telling them, he supposes.
“She... said she knew who my parents were,” he whispers.
Tune breathes out a quiet oh, and Mask looks at Link with a strange expression on his face, something flashing in his eyes. Tune’s hand slips down to hold Link’s hand instead of his arm, and Link finds the contact bracing.
“Did she tell you?” Tune asks in a quiet voice. “Do you know—”
“—We should have this conversation inside,” Mask says, cutting Tune off, and Link doesn’t protest when he grabs his and Tune’s hands, tugging them into camp.
Relieved voices meet them when the men catch sight of Link, obviously glad he’s alive. Someone claps him on the back so hard he nearly falls over, and Link plasters a smile on his face whenever someone calls out to him, ignoring the rock in his stomach.
All he really wants to do is curl up in his cot and be left alone.
“Captain!” a new voice calls, and Link sees a flurry of activity as both Lana and Impa run up. There’s varying levels of relief on each of their faces, and Link feels another wave of guilt hit his stomach as Sheik joins them as well.
“Are you alright?” Lana asks, out of breath as she runs up. “I thought I had sensed Cia’s magic, we’d begun to think the worst, Link! Was she here? Did you fight her?”
“Are you injured?” Impa asks, and Link gives a small shake of his head.
“...Link? Is something wrong?” Sheik asks next, studying his face with a concerned look in her eyes. Link swallows, knowing his emotions are probably all over his face and giving him away, but he’s unable to dredge up the energy to school his expression.
“He’s fine, just lost track of time coming back,” Mask quickly speaks up, and gives Link’s arm a tug. “But he’s very tired now and could use some rest, so if you’ll excuse us.”
Mask begins to tug him away, though Tune falls back and talks to the three women behind them for a minute. Link only catches a glimpse of their expressions, but Tune must have said Cia was involved if the alarm on their faces is any indication.
Tune rejoins them shortly, and they make the rest of the trek to their tent in silence. Once Link is seated on his cot and the flap is safely closed, Mask whirls on him with his hands on his hips.
“Alright. What did she say?” he demands, and Link closes his eyes.
“Don’t push him Mask, if he doesn’t want to say then he doesn’t have to,” Tune says pointedly, then looks back at Link. “...Captain?”
Link breaths out, and wearily reopens his eyes.
“It’s okay. You two can know.”
He sighs, and runs a hand down his scarf, thumbing along the embroidery along the edge. His fingers skirt the symbol in the middle, and it’s a few moments before he speaks.
“Cia... she said a lot of things. You know how she is. But before she left, she said that m-my father... he’s Volga,” he gets out, and Mask and Tune’s eyes both go huge.
There’s a beat of silence.
“The... the dragon knight?” Mask says in disbelief, and Link swallows, nodding.
Mask looks like he’s two seconds from exploding, but Tune merely sits down, looking thoughtful.
“That... actually sort of makes sense,” he says, and Mask whirls towards him.
“What?” he screeches. “What makes sense about his dad being a dragon? How does that even work?! He isn’t even human all the time, how did that— does that mean you’re like, part-dragon?!”
“Mask, stop, listen,” Tune says, giving him a light punch. “Look, the Captain never gets tired when it’s hot, and when it’s cold we can barely get him to do anything. He’s insanely good at that fire rod, and I think he and Volga have almost the same hair color, now that I think about it. Plus... he always burns our food,” he tacks on with a smile. “It’s not that crazy.”
“No I’m pretty sure it is,” Mask says flatly.
“Your dad was a tree, you have no ground to stand on in regards to craziness,” Tune says pointedly.
Mask glares. “Well your dad was a boat-king-ghost thing. And the other guy is a treasure-obsessed weirdo.”
“I’m not actually related to either of them though,” Tune points out, and Mask scoffs.
“You think I was actually related to the Deku tree? Not the point, Sailor.”
Tune rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue, and Mask looks over at where Link has been quietly sitting while they talk.
His face softens a little, worry once again shimmering in his gaze. Link realizes he and Tune are both staring at him, and he breaths out again.
“Are you, uh... doing okay?” Tune asks, and Link lets out a dry chuckle.
“I don’t know. How are you even supposed to react to the news that your father is a dragon?”
“Uh... I mean I think it’s pretty neat?” Tune admits, then scratches awkwardly at his neck. “Apart from him being... evil, and having nearly killed you a few times now, of course. I know a good dragon back home who’s pretty cool.”
“Do you think you could breathe fire?” Mask asks, and Link shrugs.
“I don’t even know how I would go about doing that.”
“Maybe Volga would have some tips,” Tune says, then looks a little awkward. “Uh... I mean... when he isn’t trying to kill us all.” He puts a hand over his eyes. “...Ah geez. I’m sorry, Captain. This can’t be easy for you.”
Link looks down at his hands, idly studying his skin and all the random little scars that adorn them. There are several from various nicks in training, small grazes from weapons in battle, the odd accident as a child. None are due to burns though, except for a small patch on his left arm, right by his wrist.
Where some of Volga’s flame broke through before the Triforce of Courage shielded Link.
He breathes out again.
“Yeah,” he admits quietly. “I guess so.”
Tune and Mask go silent, and nobody says anything for a moment.
Then a hand places itself in Link’s, small, but just as scarred as his own. Another joins it, tanned and rough from salty air, and Link looks at the two of them, both giving him encouraging looks.
“This doesn’t change anything,” Tune says firmly, giving Link’s hand a squeeze. “Your father’s actions and identity don’t define yours. You’re still a hero, Captain, and our friend. Half dragon or not.”
Mask nods, and Link dredges up a smile for them, even though his mind is racing with the implications of this, and his chest aches with the weight of the information, even as Tune gives his shoulder a warm squeeze.
He’s half dragon.
And his father is on the same side of the war as Cia.
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why are donuts bad now. am i insane or has anyone else not had a good donut in years
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pekodayz · 8 months
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should i finish this it’s been sitting here for 18 hours
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knight-in-sour-armor · 7 months
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charhounds · 3 months
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whats a guy gotta do around here to get some fucking donuts
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blimbo-buddy · 7 months
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The best Vine ever is the "Run in here and come get yall juice" one
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flamebearrel · 7 days
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Can never stop thinking about this particular dm
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fictionadventurer · 1 year
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The Springfield pictures on my phone are coming in handy as I go through the Lincoln book.
Wax figures of Lincoln's Cabinet from the Lincoln Museum
Banner from the 1860 Election in the historic Springfield Capitol building.
Sign from Lincoln's Law Office.
Historic Springfield Capitol building
#history is awesome#presidential talk#part of the reason i'm pausing the podcast to dig further into lincoln#is because i intended to look deeper into lincoln after this trip and never did#it's fun going back through the pictures with more context#though it would have been even more fun to have that context when i was there#the main reason i included that banner picture is because i got a nice surprise#when i saw hannibal hamlin's name and realized 'oh now i know that guy!'#it's fun to learn about history of a place you've actually been to#nice to be able picture lincoln's house and the state legislature whenever they mention them#though it is a struggle to roll back my imagination and remember the city doesn't look like the one i saw#pretty sure there was no museum across the street from lincoln's house#lincoln didn't have car traffic outside his office#lincoln probably did not go to the krispy kreme#which makes me very sad because that was one of the most profound culinary experiences of my life#(new item for the time travel bucket list: take lincoln to the krispy kreme)#there are other cool and useful pictures i wanted to show but unfortunately i had to avoid the ones with people in them#there's a great shot of the front of lincoln's office but my sister is standing right in front of it#and most of the useful lincoln's house photos have other tourists there#suddenly i'm worried that i wasn't supposed to take pictures inside the lincoln museum#if any angry museum workers see this i'm sorry#i only had an hour which meant we were sprinting through that place and i needed to be able to look closer later
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pismaco · 1 year
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things i doodle while procrastinating my essays…
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bloomingsalma · 6 months
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anyways. am very sleepy but it was so worth it because I got to stay up all night calling with my gf and having a spooky-themed date 🍂♥️
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thefearofcod · 7 months
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the hoes are mistaking civility and good manners for interest again
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heliinx · 11 months
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Gives Helinx a dozen krispy Kreme doughnuts.
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Sniffs them and then CONSUMES them before her captors catch wind of them!
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iniini · 2 years
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What is with me and having Diasomnia boys as my icons low key didn’t really notice it until I saw a post saying something like how would your tumblr icon and discord icon along lol
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sleepysak · 2 years
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listen, i cannot stress enough; i will eat the weird thing. i do not promise i will like it, and frankly i usually go in knowing its going to be disgusting. but i will put it in my mouth, and describe how disgusting it is, and i will probably do that at least twice. and then i will try and make you eat the weird thing.
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