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topaz-adorned · 5 months
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Those eyes— the Wyrm was caught off guard. She knew those eyes well, familiar yet not at the same time. When she speaks as if she was misplaced in time, just like how Chabah has seen her own Zelda doing that... Those eyes of topaz softened significantly, loosening the grip upon the other young woman's face. “ ... Alright, ” she murmured in reply, unshackling the princess in one swift move. It was weird from the start, she thought, the Yiga would have not dresses Zelda like this- Ganondorf either, and if this were his puppet, there would very likely be stronger resistance happening in the room. Her demeanor changed, realizing how she's acted, how much she's let her anger, paranoia and anxiety guide her will. She gently helped the princess stand up. From the dragon's tear memory — she knew that at least her Zelda was treated well, welcomed into the old Hyrule. She felt ashamed that she didn't give the same thing to this stranger. “ ... My apologies. My paranoia has gotten the better of me ” her voice was sincere, although tired. Her ears pointed back, lowering slightly too , showing her regret. “ I ..should take you out of here. I've left my healing potions at the camp above. If you'd allow me to. ”
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tenebriism · 3 months
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Legendarylullaby sends 'let me take care of you' for Dark/Malum (adult verse?)
Send ' Let Me Take Care of You ' for my muse's reaction [ ACCEPTING ] ;;
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" Do NOT touch me. "
Hissed with a harshness much unlike the tiny, innocent, and soft spoken boy she'd grown up alongside. She should know, from experience, that hardships and abuse CHANGE a person for the worst, and no longer is their bond the picture of soft PURITY as it had once been. The scorches upon his backside BURN with a ferocity that bested even his ire, and he would be hard-pressed to allow HER, of all people, to see him like this.
" It is fine... I am FINE. Keep your distance and CEASE trying to aid me. It will benefit NEITHER of us. "
@legendarylullaby ;;
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dutifulsilence · 5 months
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starter for @legendarylullaby
They rode out to town on the King's suggestion, to show themselves together for the people of Hyrule, give them hope for the future in the young hands of the Princess and her Betrothed. Suggestion became demand and Link soon found himself astride Epona, trotting lightly alongside Zelda and her horse, as they made their way through the town.
It was exhausting, keeping up appearances, when he was so tired.
As they completed their circuit around town, moving out of sight of the residents, instead of heading back to the castle stables, Link brought Epona to a halt and sighed heavily, dropping his shoulders and leaning back, one hand on Epona's rump as he looked over to Zelda.
"I'm going home to Labrynna," he told her, voice and expression tired, but more than that, defeated and barely masked sorrow. "You win."
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gloryseized · 5 months
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@legendarylullaby || [ cont. ]
Finding the inn was the easy part. Even if Link didn't tend to stay in the small settlements dotting the country, he at least knew where they were, and after leading Epona out of the forest, Zelda on her back, he made short business of getting to the inn. Actually getting a place to stay inside the inn had been a bit trickier.
Link didn't miss the stares leveled in his direction as he passed through the town and into the inn itself. Opting to leave Zelda on Epona for the moment, he met a rather stoic innkeeper inside who asked questions with his eyebrows alone, the pair of them bouncing above his hazel eyes when first Link asked for a room and then when he clarified that he wanted separate sleeping quarters as well. It took a couple more bounces of his eyebrow and a couple more rupees from Link's purse, but eventually he secured the requested rooms, going back outside to finally bring Zelda in.
Catching the bouncing eyebrows a final time, Link left a small pile of rupees on the counter for an extra bit of quiet and to keep the eyebrows from jumping off the man's face.
Zelda settled in front of the fire, towel found to drape over her shoulders, Link busied himself with stoking the fire, the heat flooding the room not long after. And all that time, critical eyes did not leave Zelda's face. She shivered still, which was a good sign. It was when the shivering stopped that it was time to get worried, but even so, Zelda didn't look good. He had to figure out a way to get her clothes dry, but how? With all the layers and nonsense of the dress, that would take forever.
Tilting his head as Zelda began to sign, he waited patiently for her to complete the thought, nodding as the idea completed itself. That was sound enough. He thought he had an extra tunic in his pack, giving Zelda's hand a reassuring squeeze before he went to check.
Returning a moment later, blue eyes worried, he presented her with the tunic. Pointing at Zelda, his left pointer finger crooked forward before pulling back. His left hand then curled into a fist, thumb sticking out, and settled on his right flat palm, before he lifted both hands into the air. << Do you need help? >>
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balladetto · 6 months
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cont. from here / @legendarylullaby
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     How does the saying go again? Better late than never?
     As Link watches Zelda press the cooled jar to her eye, he presses the thought to his anger: a simmering, swelling thing in the curl of his fists and the set of his jaw. He'd arrived at the tailend of— this. Whatever this is, whatever she was doing here, ears catching all the mockery but hands too far from the fist that dealt the felling blow. It isn't her first time here from what he gathers — isn't her first loss here — but any hurts to his friends have always stung worse than his own; even if it seems she sought these out herself.
     ...Maybe especially when it seems she sought these out herself.
     The tide recedes, momentarily, at her words. His fingers unwind. His shoulders slowly loosen. He moves to crouch beside her, back to the wall, head shaking with a noise of it's fine. She doesn't need to thank him for something like that.
     "'This'," he repeats, voice fading into the faint bustle of the brighter streets. The quiet holds for a moment, stretched like the band of a slingshot drawn to the fullest, before it snaps with the breath that leaves him in an audible not-quite-sigh. He looks at her— keeps looking at her. His gaze hasn't really strayed from that big bruise, now covered, or the tiny patches of scraped skin, or the reddened contours of her face.
     Concern has his brow puckered, his lips pursed. The questions on his tongue melt away for another time — save for one.
     "Where's— where...else...s'it hurt?"
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volcania · 3 months
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@legendarylullaby . 🎄 she would like to give him some chocolates :3
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the sweet treats were always welcomed , feeling grateful that the princess herself would bother at all giving him something , as he had never quite experienced such kindness until meeting her . he gives it a try eating one of the chocolates and he's humming in approval , a subtle smile showing on his face .
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the dragon knight gives a gentle nod towards zelda before bringing her hand to his lips , delicate as he pressed a kiss to the back of it . " thank you , my princess . . . " he's certain she was more than used to that title , but he decided to make it a bit more personal when adding that possessiveness to it - in a harmless way , of course .
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vigilantdesert · 1 year
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@legendarylullaby plotted starter
The days just seemed to run into each other now. Ever since the death of the Hyrulean queen, things were still, even in the neighboring nation of the Gerudo. Their chieftain had taken the loss poorly, though this surprised only those who did not know her. The queen had been one of her dearest friends and confidants, rivaled only by her wife and the head of the Gerudo guard. She'd stayed in Hyrule for a full month of morning, as well as attending as best she could to her goddaughter before she was invariably dragged back by her political obligations. Stanna was an excellent stateswoman, especially given her background, but she could never replace the chieftain in the eyes of the people.
The Sheikah researchers who used to come through the bazaar, stopping by the city to compare notes with Gerudo Town's historians had slowed to a trickle of independent historians and scientists, unbothered by the King's sudden cut to funding to better rally an army. Urbosa and Roahm had never seen eye-to-eye, and though she believed it a foolish decision, she could understand where the fear came from that spurred it. To lose one's queen and wife... Well, she probably wouldn't be making entirely rational decisions at this point either.
She still believed in the project's role in the assault against Calamity Ganon, so she often made a point to personally escort travelers to wherever they were stationed. The desert was a dangerous place at the best of times, and with the Queen's death, many more monsters had begun to leak from the cracks of eternity.
On one such outing, far North to the old temple ruins, Urbosa saw movement. She drew her sword, prompting the other soldiers to do the same - the two sheikah researchers, already a bit off-put by their defender's warlike demeanor, found themselves hanging back.
"What is it?" "I'm not sure from here... Smaller than a bokoblin, but there's only the one..." "It could be a trap." "If monsters have become smart enough to set traps, I'll eat my y'eli."
They approached in formation, only braking when Urbosa realized that it wasn't a monster, nor hostile soldier. About ten yards off, it looked to be a baby, but what Gerudo woman would abandon a baby? Her eyes scanned the horizon for any other being, but it was only the party and the howling winds to accompany them.
"Hey!" She yelled above the wind, sheathing her scimitar to run over. "What the hell are you doing out here!"
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@legendarylullaby from x
Nabooru wasn't sure if she could rightfully say she liked Zelda. She did, of course, in a certain manner of speaking, appreciate the girl's quick wit and clear intelligence, and she was fond of the kind of mischief children that age had. On the other hand, she was the next heir of a frequently hostile nation, and it was hard to see past that too far. Still, it was better for her to keep her safe at the very least.
"Princess, I don't know if the gossip I know about him would even make sense to you. We spend maybe a month of the year in the same country together, let alone-"
Her ears pricked up, eyes narrowing as she glanced further ahead.
"Hold up."
She was a nightmare with bow and arrow, but it was better than a spear in this situation. She unholstered the bow from her hip, and went for an arrow.
"If anything with a brain is out there, you should say so now before you lose it."
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penumbraoftime · 4 months
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❛  you were once and perhaps continue to be the myth you tell to scare yourself  ❜ --- @legendarylullaby
--------- ||| > A glance is shot in her direction as he sheaths his sword. Her words leaving a feeling in his chest , one that he did not like. And yet he was calm. Calm as he walked towards her. Calm as his eyes narrowed.
" And if I am ? You're telling me I am wrong to ? Given WHAT I am and who created me ? "
He spreads his arms out as he backs away. " You are not wrong , princess. But fear is not the thing I would use to describe it. More like a reality check. Which sounds like something several need. "
And with that. He vanished from the shadows themselves.
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@legendarylullaby from x
"Hang on..." She waved a now green blood-stained hand at Sheik, continuing her grisly work. Unfortunately, with monsters, what was on their insides was often significantly more precious than their outside. In this particular instance, she was able to salvage the beast's entrails and heart. Key components in Gerudo healing salve, something she was running dangerously low on.
"If you want something to eat, I suggest you start digging." She stood after wiping her hands down with sand. "Out this far, the only thing we're going to find are beetles." Not her favorite meal, but not one she'd turn up her nose at either.
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topaz-adorned · 3 months
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@legendarylullaby "Dunno," replied the girl knee deep in mud, as rain continued to trickle down in a light mist. "Probably still here. It's not like I'm allowed to ever go far from the castle." She dove for a shape, hissing as her hands closed around empty mud. "Probably not catching frogs. Proper ladies don't chase bugs and slimy things in that foul, disgusting mud!" Her voice changed to that of a shrill, proper sort. A teacher perhaps, high and mighty, but clearly not someone she respected. "What about you, Saba?" Zelda glanced at the strange non hylian girl she had befriended on visits- of course, strange felt far more easy than the sneers of others her age. A bond was found within the oddities between them (though Zelda secretly envied her tail). "What's got you thinking so far ahead? You sound like a grown up."
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"I see myself traveling! Meeting new people, learn about the world. Then of course, go back home to rule with the stuff I've learned on my journey"
The young tyai was there too, in the mud. Her tail swaying slowly as she stares into the sticky dirt, before quickly reaching in and hold a little guy in her hands, gently. She turned around with a bright smile, brilliant eyes of topaz looking up at her friend and offered a frog to the other young princess. A gift. Both of them are simply all covered in mud now, uncomfortable to a degree— but definitely fun.
Her ears perked up slightly at Zelda's question, before is deep in thoughts, "I asked because- if you had any plans... I wanted to help you achieve it! I wanted to invite you to join me, too" She smiled brightly, honest and innocent. "You're my friend, and I want you to be happy. That's all".
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hxylian · 1 year
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@legendarylullaby from here: x
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He wanted to just tell her, to her face, that he loved her. Goddesses above, why was this so difficult to say? Despite being the princess, she was much more than that. Much, much more. They had shared so much together and, well, it was something he wanted to address. He wanted, more than anything, to just embrace her. To just pull her into a hug and everything to go from there. A hug was all he dared to do, dared dream of doing. The way he felt was one sided, that he was painfully aware of.
Considering all of the trials he’d faced; this was worse than all of them combined. He tried, desperately, to put to words what he was feeling, what he was thinking. Words were, however, were failing him. It was rapidly coming to the point that was going to have to force words out, rather than construct some eloquent statement or declaration.
“I’d…” He started, trying to force himself to say something, anything. “I’d… Want to be… b-by your side… A-and… W-with you for… uhh… for… y’know…umm…” Bless him, he was rapidly turning redder than the Goron Tunic.
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dutifulsilence · 3 months
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@legendarylullaby sent: 🌿
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He was pretty sure the mistletoe had not been there earlier when he'd passed by this way. Perhaps the castle servants had put it up as part of the holiday preparations, but it seemed so out of the way to place a sprig this far from the main hall, close to Zelda's suite and the guest suite where Link was staying.
Dinner had already been called, they were already late, and Zelda's father already looked down on tardiness - but Link took the chance to pull the princess close as they walked under the mistletoe, effectively stopping their trek towards more masks and court etiquette.
Before he could think twice about it and before Zelda could protest, he pressed a gentle, but heartfelt kiss against her lips.
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gloryseized · 8 months
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Link @ Majora (about Zelda)
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balladetto · 3 months
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cont. from here / @legendarylullaby
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     The first time he understands touch as a language stolen from him is not the first time it burns him.
     It's around the eighth, or the tenth, or some other approximate number he doesn't actually want to remember. Kakariko's well had been the last straw — or maybe just the biggest, in the sense that it was one of the biggest explosions of a loss he would feel before Navi.
     This is a wound that likes to reopen itself. Scar tissue pulling apart every time he's faced with the threat of a hand, no matter how gentle. He's come to tend to it himself over the years: stitching it closed with old threads and accepting it as some interminable hurt. Link can't erase it any more than he can perfectly speak.
     But he can go further than merely surviving it, and with someone like Zelda—
     There must be a word for the way her hand fits in his.
     Without the separation of gloves nor gauntlets, her warmth is felt in its almost heady entirety. If he focuses hard enough, he might be able to count the beats of her pulse against his palm, imagined as a match to the drum his own heart makes of itself in the wake of her skimming fingers. As she goes up, a river of sensation — soft and shivery and filling — cascades down. He squeezes: her hand on one side, his fist over his knee on the other. Her voice is such a sweet thing in the silence.
     In this unremarkable space of another campsite for another night, Link is remarkably loved.
     He holds onto this as she brushes along his hair. This, the weight of her care and all its reassurances: guiding his breaths past tight and quiet, gently smoothing over the stinging in his scalp, pulling him back from the edge of awful memories. His head dips an inch in relief, and when Zelda's hand trails down to hold the line of his jaw — fingers a tingling warmth — he has to laugh again. A little incredulous, a little shy, maybe even a little watery. Above all though, fond.
     So very, very fond.
     Words still lost to the intensity of everything he's feeling, he hums in reply. A nod follows, as sincere as the smile pushing at his cheeks, then he's opening his eyes to catch her gaze. Link lifts his free hand to rest it over the one cupping his jaw. Slowly, he traces the path her wrist makes to her elbow. To her shoulder. With how far they've now come, pushing and trusting and redefining the boundaries set on them by wills not their own, it's near impossible to look away.
     He strokes the back of curled fingers down her cheek, light and careful. When he turns his hand over, it's in a question that hovers a hair's breadth away from her cheek; a touch he wants to return. Can he...? Can I?
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divineprank · 5 months
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The normally rude and suspicious little royal listens intently to the explanation given, the cultural education for the Passage that has the bolder Hylians scoff behind their hands, or raise an eyebrow in scorn. Despite how little Zelda trusted the man, she was enraptured by most tales of the desert. They were worth learning to the little scholar. It was only later, as the Gerudo King was preparing to depart in time to make the celebrations, did she tug on his cape.
"...do they really come visit? The dead?" Her childish frown told him she was clearly considering this carefully. "Do... Do you think the Queen would come, if I lit candles too? I'm not sure she would want to see me, but... Maybe it would... help Father."
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As tiny fingers grasp the fabric of his cape, Ganondorf feels a gentle yet insistent pull. The tug is delicate but seems to be motivated by purpose: it's a kind of plea for his attention that would be impossibly cruel for the Gerudo king to ignore. With her little pulls also comes a subtle reminder of the young princess's vulnerability and that in itself is a stark contrast to the poised, yet meddlesome thorn in his side that Ganondorf has grown accustomed to facing throughout his time within Hyrule Castle. If she isn't trying to be a little terror, then who exactly is the Princess of Hyrule?
His gaze turns downward, his eyes a mesmerizing gleam of molten gold that meet a pair of crystalline pools of pure, cerulean blue. Her eyes, bright and earnest, look up to the Gerudo man with a powerful curiosity that reflects her silent need for understanding. The desert king notes her tiny brows that are clearly pinched together in serious thought and as her question meets his rounded ears, Ganondorf turns to her completely, abandoning his preparations in order to offer the young princess his full attention.
"Many of my sisters believe in the power of this sacred celebration. If not in the encounters themselves, then certainly in the solace that honoring our lost ones brings to those of us who are suffering grief." His words are spoken free from their usual guarded edge as Ganondorf's towering frame gracefully sinks down to meet the young princess at her eye level. His powerful presence carries an unexpected grace, like a tall mountain yielding to a fragile cherry blossom. The desert ruler's countenance significantly softens once he reads the frown on her young face and as he considers the words the clever little girl had chosen to use. There's a noticeable pause in Ganondorf as he considers his next words with care.
"...Your mother, Her Majesty," words spoken with a respectful solemnity. "...Yes, I believe it will be through the light of your candles that she will find her way back to you and your father. Even in the realm of the departed, those flames still hold significance, we rely on their light to draw lost souls back home." The royal Gerudo continues speaking, his tone soft and measured. He can see the yearning in the little one's eyes, the longing for a connection with her father, the seeking of a love that seemed just out of her small reach. Perhaps, underneath all of that heavy armor, the ruthless King of Thieves can feel the slightest pinch of sympathy for the young princess and the pain that most definitely lurks beneath her brave façade. A spark of compassion flickers within her arch-nemesis, and respectfully, he urges the little one to consider his people's traditions.
"Light the candles, princess. They are your beacon of love and remembrance; an honorable gesture that will guide your mother's spirit back to where it truly belongs... And if nothing else, the flames will provide a peaceful light show as you reflect."
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