HERO ( ? )

As the camp begins to slowly clear out, soldiers heading to their tents to unwind for the evening and catch up on rest, Zelda cannot help but to notice that Link is nowhere to be found. Curious, she sets out for his tent, wanting to ensure he is okay.

he only has enough time to take a deep breath to steady himself before the princess finds him & announces herself, his head lifting up enough to give her a glance, before straightening himself out & turning to her fully.

his left bicep is tightly wrapped, bandages barely seen under shortened layer of hanging chainmail & the sleeve of his tunic. she speaks, balancing a sense of authority & caring with her words easily, something that he wonders — if it's natural, or a skill she honed over time, to make her soldiers feel that she cares while making them know she's in charge.

ah. it's not like it really matters, though.

link is, unfortunately, stubborn as an ox at times. times where he feels less than adequate at his position, where he feels there's something else he can — has — to do. especially so to make up for his shortcomings. & for this being one of those times, he shakes his head slowly, after a moment of consideration, glancing back to the map.

GENERAL 

[ TOUCH ]  for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars 

[ TOUCHED ]  for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars

[ DISCOVER ]  for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time 

[ DISCOVERED ]  for receiver to see sender’s scars for the first time 

[ CARESS ]  for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars 

[ CARESSED ]  for receiver to kiss one of sender’s scars

[ SHOW ]  for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see 

[ SHOWN ]  for receiver to purposefully reveal their scars for sender to see 

SCENARIOS

[ MEND ]  for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ MENDED ]  for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ BLUNDER ]  for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ BLUNDERED ]  for receiver to walk in on sender in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time 

[ KISS ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals sender’s scars to receiver 

[ KISSED ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals receiver’s scars to sender 

[ BATHE ]  our muses take a shower together and sender looks over receiver’s scars 

[ BATHED ]  our muses take a shower together and receiver looks over sender’s scars. 

WORDS

❝  your scars are nothing to be ashamed of.  ❞

❝  why do you hide your scars?  ❞

❝  i see every mark as something to be proud of,  proof of all i survived.  ❞

❝  can i ask what happened here—  how did you get this one?  ❞

❝  sometimes i get these phantom pains i guess you could say.  little aches and i find them oddly comforting.  because my soul still hurts even if my body is healed.  ❞

❝  i wish i could get rid of my scars.  they’re just reminders of everything i want to forget.  ❞

❝  is it alright if i touch this scar?  ❞

❝  it’s okay—  you can touch it if you want.  doesn’t hurt anymore.  ❞

❝  please don’t touch it.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to tell me how you got it.  i just wanted to see.  ❞

❝  looks worse than it was.  ❞

❝  i want to kill every person responsible for leaving you scarred. ❞

❝  i made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again.  ❞

❝  woah—  what the hell happened there? ❞

❝  you don’t have to hide them around me.  the scars are just part of who you are.  and i like all of what i see.  ❞

❝  i don’t really like letting people see them.  ❞

GENERAL 

[ TOUCH ]  for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars 

[ TOUCHED ]  for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars

[ DISCOVER ]  for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time 

[ DISCOVERED ]  for receiver to see sender’s scars for the first time 

[ CARESS ]  for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars 

[ CARESSED ]  for receiver to kiss one of sender’s scars

[ SHOW ]  for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see 

[ SHOWN ]  for receiver to purposefully reveal their scars for sender to see 

SCENARIOS

[ MEND ]  for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ MENDED ]  for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ BLUNDER ]  for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ BLUNDERED ]  for receiver to walk in on sender in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time 

[ KISS ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals sender’s scars to receiver 

[ KISSED ]  our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals receiver’s scars to sender 

[ BATHE ]  our muses take a shower together and sender looks over receiver’s scars 

[ BATHED ]  our muses take a shower together and receiver looks over sender’s scars. 

WORDS

❝  your scars are nothing to be ashamed of.  ❞

❝  why do you hide your scars?  ❞

❝  i see every mark as something to be proud of,  proof of all i survived.  ❞

❝  can i ask what happened here—  how did you get this one?  ❞

❝  sometimes i get these phantom pains i guess you could say.  little aches and i find them oddly comforting.  because my soul still hurts even if my body is healed.  ❞

❝  i wish i could get rid of my scars.  they’re just reminders of everything i want to forget.  ❞

❝  is it alright if i touch this scar?  ❞

❝  it’s okay—  you can touch it if you want.  doesn’t hurt anymore.  ❞

❝  please don’t touch it.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to tell me how you got it.  i just wanted to see.  ❞

❝  looks worse than it was.  ❞

❝  i want to kill every person responsible for leaving you scarred. ❞

❝  i made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again.  ❞

❝  woah—  what the hell happened there? ❞

❝  you don’t have to hide them around me.  the scars are just part of who you are.  and i like all of what i see.  ❞

❝  i don’t really like letting people see them.  ❞

Impa is mad he exists, which should not amuse him as much as it did.

His sister, half sister he relents, was very much not dead and it was simply Sheik's job to deliver the news. Technically speaking, he doesn't even need to stay and fight after doing what she asked but--well, once a Sheikah always a Sheikah apparently. Wandering one in training or not. It's hard to train when he doesn't have much to be taught with but he felt he did rather impressive. The Harp, a gift from his sister, was as abnormal as him. Not a weapon Sheik usually use, and far from a normal Harp.

Getting Sheik caught up to speed on what was happening took as long as Impa made it. Which meant her first apparently needing to interrogate him before actually breaking down to give him information. Which, summed up lengthily to, the Hero needed the Sword. Sheik could have read a history book and figured that one out on his own.

Based on the few glances he caught of "said Hero" though, he doesn't actually want the sword. Spiteful? Bitter? Sheik can't entirely blame him. Going from normal soldier to "you're our only hope" is quite the jump. Sheik can't imagine the pressure that comes with that nor would he like to. There's a reason he never really argued his "place" in the world. Being half a sibling to Zelda makes him half royalty. Which he doesn't needed.

it had started out as something innocent enough. he was nervous, maybe a bit afraid, to be thrust into a position higher than he believes himself worthy of ; a commander of their crumbling army, dressed in green, a sight for the tales and myths that predate them all. he'd even stood alongside the princess in their first battle, & if that had been the end of his glory, he would have thanked the goddess without question. but, everything kept coming.

he was already a quiet person. not often did he start up conversations during his time as a trainee with the other recruits, nor did he interject himself into any — often times, if he found himself part of one with other soldiers, he was swiftly forgotten in favor of the louder, more extroverted men.

that, hasn't changed. he can't say it's gotten better, being in a ' different league ' from everyone else, but he wouldn't say it's worse either. he talks with navi — quietly, in hushed whispers that only the faerie can hear. only she knows of the worry & anxiety that grips the new hero, and how scared he is of letting everyone down.

impa, in his eyes, was close to a godsend. she spoke up where he couldn't, was the assertive one out of the two, and she left him mostly to his own devices on the battlefield — where, at least, he excelled. unlike his people skills.

“It was probably well-deserved,” Ravenna says as she dries a tear from the corner of her eye. "She's a lady and should be treated with the upmost respect, the fool." Not a care in the world for the "fool's" well-being. Epona, she's come to learn, isn't inclined to to cause another harm unless they've done something to earn it.

"Here," she scoops up a spoonful of her treat and leans over the table to offer it to Link. "Try this and tell me what you think." It's a parfait made of fresh fruits and whipped cream.

he can't help but nod in agreement to that. of course he does ; epona is, & always will be, his best companion. a force of nature to the bone, a horse well known for both her strength & difficulty — both that come hand - in - hand.

she's a beast. a magnificent, terrifying, carrot - loving beast.

the knights of the castle should know better than now. surely it's not his fault if someone tries to ride the horse that only allows one person to tame her in any lifetime.

his attention turns back to ravenna, a brow raising as he shifts his attention to the spoonful of whipped cream & fruit. it's unbecoming of the hero to lean over and eat it right off the spoon ( much like it is for him to be leaning & relaxing on the table to casually ), so instead he reaches over to take the spoon from her hand.