Writing Warm-up: 7th times the Charm
I haven't written anything substantial in a long while so I decided to crank out a little thing for some practice. I didn't proof read so forgive the mistakes and terrible writing flow
my first actual loz piece
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"What can I do to help?"
It was always the same question. The same tone. The longer he knew the other, the more sure he grew that Link wasn't even aware it was something he did. The Hylian was just helpful by nature; a heart pure and true is what Ravio always said. Too nice for his own good.
So when a group of self proclaimed heros knocked on his dear friend's door, asking for Link to help on another quest, Ravio couldn't say he was surprised.
Lorule was a land buzzing with magic, despite the (previously) lack of triforce. It was a kingdom filled with strange monsters, items, and people. So to say the Lolian was magically inclined would be an understatement. Identifying Hyrule's magic had been challenging initially. Despite the similarities, there was a distinct difference in magical presence that threw the merchant off at points. Just as their lands mirrored not exactly the same, the magic reflected in kind. While he tended to get confused, there was no denying the glaringly obvious: these heros held the exact same magic Link harbored.
It was something unexplainable, not through words, at the very least. Call it a gut feeling, but he just knew.
Wisdom had always been drawn to courage anyhow.
The small cottage atop a hill in central Hyrule had never felt so empty as Link saddled his adventuring bag. His excitement betrayed the cool persona he attempted to keep, fidgety digits readjusting his bag strap every few seconds. They would make eye contact every so often as the party trotted along the pebbled road, greenery edging his vision. That was the toughest part about being friends with a hero: the guy had responsibilities set upon him by the goddess. No matter how much Link grumbled and complained, cursed and forsaken, he always did his duty at the end of the day.
It was one of the numerous things that set them so far apart.
He shook his head, vowing he had let go of that insecurity years ago. He wasn't 14 anymore, he wasn't the failed hero of Lorule. He was a merchant, and a friend of the hero of Hyrule. He wanted nothing more, nothing less. So when Link swung around to offer one last goodbye, pride swelled inside the cowardly rabbit.
"Try and make it back in one piece, pal." He tried for a smile, lip quivering with emotion. "Sheerow and I will always be rooting for you back home, so don't let us down buddy."
Link only shook his head, smirk doing nothing to hide the fondness on his face. "Yeah yeah, no promises. Make sure my house doesn't burn down… And don't pawn off my stuff." The pointed look was playful, they both knew he would never dream of it.
They could stand there and banter all day, but Ravio knew Link had more important places to be.
"I'll see you later." Not a question, nor an offer, but a fact. The merchant could do nothing but nod for fear he'd lose his composure. There was always some uncertainty when leaving for an adventure, but if Link was anything, it was reliable.
He always made it home without fail.
And as the portal closed, he was reminded of how fast things can change in a single moment.
There was always a constant, and as he turned to make the trek back to the empty feeling cottage on a hill in central Hyrule, he hoped silently Link would be that constant.
The odds were six to nothing. A reassuring ratio.
The Lolian smiled, he could live with those odds.
Link would be home before he knew it.
@kaite--s i figured you'd wanna see this since we've been discussing (but seeing as you lurk in the ravio tags as much as I do im sure you would have found it eventually)
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@citruos: how many fingers am i holding up ? (from hardison 💕)
his answer is to swat at hardison's hand , showing little mercy save for what can be offered by his own weariness . and it is just a bit of tiredness after a tough fight . he's not concussed , damnit . sure , his eyes are a little unfocussed , and his head hurts like hell , but what do you expect when someone takes a 2x4 to your skull ?
" get your damn fingers outta my face , hardison . " and the hint of slur to his words is just tiredness , too , obviously .
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"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out." Wave @ Tails cause there's no better way to solve a mental road block right
@already-know-this-story// Pick-Me-Up Lines
It was just the weed, that's what made him consider it. Nothing else. Didn't matter that they hadn't even really gotten all that far. A hit at most. There was no way he was starting to feel anything for this annoying ass swallow... Just...just thc.
Swallowing a lump in his throat that he will deny, he rolls his eyes.
"This your version of the Scientific Method..?"
He can't meet her eyes. Frustration furrowed his brows. What the fuck is going on...
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