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Go and speak to ‘hem, son, Rusl told him. You’re not the silent type, you know it’s best if you tell people about your feeling, come one speak to ‘hem. You will feel better. Yeah, sure, Da. Good advice, Da. Twilight listened to him, took his courage in both hands and went to speak to Time and Wars.
It’s not his fault if, when he arrived in the common room, he ran into Callie with Time’s weird mask in her mouth. Twilight had noticed his future – ancient? – mentor wearing it during the dinner and hadn’t thought much about it. Right, maybe he should have, but he was a little tipsy and Shad had his arm hooked around his neck and his head just against his…
He didn’t think either when he took the mask from Telma’s cat and walked his way to the backroom. Well, at least he knew what to do: give back the mask to his owner. Crystal clear. On the other side of the curtain, Time and Wars were still talking, but hey, now he had a good reason to interrupt them and apologise for his behaviour. Rusl was right, maybe if he lanced the boil, things would get better.
Then, he looked at the mask. It had a large eye on the front.
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He flops on the mattress, exhausted. It’s late. The Chain is sleeping in the dinning room, where they have taken refuge in front of Legend’s furious assaults. Warriors categorically refused to reveal what had been going on despite the other Heroes’ insistent questions, even once they managed to calm the Veteran down.
“I’m not talking to you, traitor.” Said Veteran replies, curled on his side of the bed.
Ravio peers timidly over the row of pillows between them. “...I suppose you are still mad at me?”
“You colluded with the enemy.” Legend looks daggers at him. “Revealed him my dearest secrets.”
“Oh, come on!” Ravio rolls his eyes. “Mister Hero, you know I didn’t yet! It will be a future me. You can’t hold a grunge against me for something I still haven’t done!”
“You know it’s not the only reason.” Legend muffles a noise that sounds a bit too much like a sob. “You lied to me. You made fun of me while I was in a sensitive situation.”
Ravio frowns. “What… um, what did you hear, actually? And since when were you on the roof?”
“Just arrived when you started to speak about portals shenanigans and your stupid scam.” A near frightened look appears on Legend’s face. “What? Was it more? Are you hiding something else?”
“No, I swear! Well… I don’t think so.” Ravio rubs his face tiredly. “Really, Mister Hero, I’m not trying to hide things from you. I’m just not sure of what happened. Mister Captain told you, it was a kind of… time-travel mix-up. Like, meeting the good person but not at the good time. To be honest, I’m very relieved you came to rescue me, that was weird.”
“Yeah… It didn’t stop you from making fun of us, though.” Legend grunts, lying arms folded on the mattress.
“To be fair, you attacked me.” Ravio points out. “And you called me your room mate and dropped me on the floor. I deserved a treat by way of compensation.”
Legend mumbles something unintelligible.
“Sorry, come again?” Ravio prompts him.
“Said I was happy to show you my friends and you played a trick on me.” Legend mumbles under his breath.
“Aww, Mister Hero…” Ravio pats him over the barrier of bolsters with a fond smile. “Of course I like your friends. They are very nice!”
Legend hits him with a pillow. “Cheater!”
Ravio steals it and hugs it against his chest, giggling. “No, seriously. You and them payed me a few visits now and I can tell they are good men. The best I ever met, except you, probably. You know… I-I’m not happy you had to go on another quest, after all you already accomplished, but it was worth it since it allowed you to meet them.”
For a few minutes, Legend remains silent, like lost in thoughts. Then, he asks, in an unusually shy voice:
“Really? I mean… I barely know them for a couple of weeks. Are we good friends, later? Does it work?”
Can I trust them? Will they break my heart? Legend doesn’t say it but Ravio knows him too well.
“It works.” He confirms, resting his head on his arms. “Well, you spend your time complaining and chewing off their heads, but like… in that affective way of yours? But you already told me you would gladly give your own life for them and I know it’s the same on their behalf. Still, I’m afraid that grudge against the Captain will never totally fade out, sorry.”
“Yeah, and whose fault is it? Hmm?”
“Listen.” Ravio leans over the renaming pillows. “I offer you a deal, as a making up gift. You and your friends will probably still be here tomorrow, except if a portal opens without warning, which is quite unlikely to happen since you still haven’t done anything in this area. What about pranking the others together? It’s the golden opportunity to spent quality time as a couple.”
Despite Legend’s grumpy face, Ravio can tell he’s interested. “Like… sharing your secret files with me?”
“Yep, that’s the plan.”
“Do you… Would you have something about Wild, by chance?”
“Oh dear, he bothered you with that seagull already, didn’t he? Alright, I may have a thing or two. We just need to distract Warriors, since he knows.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll deal with him. Focus on Wild.” Legend shakes Ravio’s hand. “I’m game!”
“Great!” Ravio kisses him to seal the alliance.
Here, in their room, away from indiscreet eyes and ears, there is no need to be shy. The kiss lingers, each of them relishing the touch of the other and the comfort it brings. In the end, Ravio pulls away to catch his breath and Legend strokes his cheek.
“I missed you.” He says softly.
“Me too, actually.” Ravio answers after a second of reflection.
He blows out the candle and leans forward to give his husband another kiss.
Ravio was right. He is actually having the fun of his life.
So far, no one found out the truth. Legend raised an elbow and made a scene when he discovered what Ravio had done with the first floor – the selves full of magic items of his own confection, the advertising posters on the walls, the furniture aligned to serve as counters – but he jumped to the conclusion that Ravio hurried to trash his house while he was gone. Ravio, of course, held back from proving him wrong.
For the last six hours, he managed to sell his whole stock of magic arrows for thrice their normal price, but also two counterfeit ice rods – good ice rods still, he has quality standards, they only have a more limited charge than the original – and a full bag of protective charms – they really work! Well, most of them only from a psychological point of view, but they do!
He even almost managed to convince Wild to buy the weird, heart-shaped mask over the fireplace – Time almost fainted at that sight – but his master stroke was when he stopped Wind from stealing a cursed ring without even looking. He was in the kitchen when he heard a disjointed plank creak toward the forbidden chests and just shouted a loud: “Wind, no!” without turning round, catching the Sailor in the act.
To redeem himself, because even if he’s a thief at heart he’s very fond of the Links, Ravio bent over backwards to cook their favourite foods and make them feel at home. It’s too easy: Wild and him spent the past week-end making lovely little meals and there are still a lot of leftovers, since it literally happened the day prior.
(Ravio feels a little bad for having trapped the blue Four under the fruit basket earlier, when the miniature smithy tried to steal a cookie directly from the pot, but he has lost track of the three others and of the Traveller for a while, so he supposes that a rescue party is on the way. They need entertainment and, at least, it keeps them away from Legend’s enchanted musical instruments.)
Legend, as for him, is taking a very dim view of all that.
“If anything breaks or stops working mid-battle, I take you to court.” He warns in a grumpy voice.
“Oh please don’t, Bun Bun!” Ravio waves playfully his finger under Legend’s nose. “Marital affairs are ruinous.”
Legend goes as red as a tomato and bites his tongue. Ravio gives him a smug smile. This is maybe the best part of the prank, his husband is so embarrassed about their relationship that he dares not to protest out of fear that Ravio will make it obvious. It’s not a temporality problem, Ravio checked: Legend wears his alliance, hidden amongst his others rings, so the marriage already happening from his point of view. He is just… very, very shy. It’s endearing, it reminds of Ravio of the first months of their couple.
So, yeah, Ravio is having a good time, humming happily to himself as he collects spare blankets in the attic – a shame, he just folded them this morning – when the trapdoor clicks shut.
“Good evening, ‘Mister Iovar’…” A voice goes behind him.
Ravio turns slowly. Warriors stands in the attic, a shoulder leant against the inner wall. In the light of the dormer, his face shows a mix of amusement and defiance. At this sight, Ravio’s mouth gets suddenly dry. Uh-oh...
Warriors calmly folds his arms. “Wasn’t it your name, back then? Not very imaginative, but I guess that it’s not our strong point in the milieu. Oh, don’t worry, Time and Wind haven’t noticed. For Time, it’s been more than twenty years and Wind couldn’t remember a face to save his life. Plus, I almost didn’t recognise you myself without your rabbit outfit.”
“I-I-I don’t know what you mean, Mister Captain!…” Ravio stammers, holding a blanket like a shield in front of him.
“Your left ear twitches when you’re lying.” Warriors remarks casually.
Ravio barely refrains from grabbing his ear. “Um, well… What do you think I’m lying about, Mister Hero Captain?”
Almighty Lolia, why now? Why has Warriors finally guessed, now of all times, after all the tricks that Ravio played the Chain during the afternoon? And also, how?
“Quit that.” Warriors tells him sternly. “You know me. And not only me, but also Wind and Time. Don’t you dare to think I didn’t noticed the thing with the mask, you knows how it terrifies Time. The prank is over, now be honest: it’s not the first time for you either, isn’t it?”
The Captain’s eyes are boring holes in Ravio’s skull. He feels his will to fight leave him.
“No, it’s not.” He admits, looking down shyly.
Well, it was fun while it lasted. When it comes to jokes, short and sweet is best. He didn’t mean to cause real harm to the Chain, after all. Now it’s time to tell the truth.
Warriors’ face immediately lights up. His shoulders relax and he lets out a shuddering breath. “I knew it!…”
In a jump, he swoops on Ravio and pulls him in a hug. Taken aback, Ravio wraps his arms around the Warriors’ back as the Hero makes him spin.
“I knew it, I knew it!” The Captain repeats, laughing and crying at the same time. “Goddess, I’m so happy you made it! That portal really took you home!”
“Mister Captain?” Ravio questions, patting timidly his back.
Well, the hug is nice… Ravio likes hugs, he really does. Contrary to his husband, he could spend his days cuddling with his friends or napping on their shoulders – he just doesn’t have many opportunities since, well, he lives here all alone most of the time. The thing is that he would never have guessed that Warriors could be a hugger too… Not with him, anyway…
Happily, Warriors lets go of him and wipes his watering eyes. “Oh, sorry… I just missed you so much, you know?”
“You… you do?” Ravio asks, dumbfounded.
Mentally, he bars the hypothesis ‘Warriors went to the shop alone a few months ago in his personal timeline’ and replaces it by a big question mark.
“Yeah, a lot.” The Captain sits on a box and smooths the front of his tunic on his lap. He looks calmer, now, but also… embarrassed? “Listen, Ravio, I… I need to apologise. Last time, things went dire and we didn’t have time to say goodbye to each other when the portals opened. I’m… I’m really sorry about that. And about what I did then.”
Oh. The question mark isn’t just big, it’s a monument and below is a bottomless well of secrets and unsaid things that aren’t for Ravio’s ears – yet. He feels like he is standing at the edge of a crumbling cliff, unable to step back, unable to call for help.
“You’re my best friend.” Warriors tells him without a hint of teasing. “I’d never have survived through the War without you. You were always so caring and so gentle with me, always present for Tune and Mask, while all I was thinking about were my Hero’s duties and my own problems. I’ve been selfish with you, till the very end. That’s why I want to say it today: thanks for having been here for me. I owe you my life.”
Oh dear, WHAT? Ravio can barely hear the last words past the roaring the blood rushing to his head. It’s maybe the most intimate thing that Warriors has ever told him. Of course, they are friends – or at least they will be, next time the Chain will visit – and Ravio likes Warriors, he is kind, funny and always polite, but… that… They just normally don’t…
He sits on a chest in front of the Captain, stunned. An awkward silence drags along, Warriors waiting anxiously for an answer, Ravio unable to find any. In the end, the Captain gives him a concerned look.
“Ravio? Are you alright?” Guilt flashes on his face. “Are you… are you mad at me?”
Lolia above, no! “I’m… I’m fine, Mister Captain…” Ravio hurries to say. “And no, I’m not mad at you. It’s just that… Uuuuuh…”
A suspicious look slowly spreads on Warriors’ face, chasing the guilt. He considers Ravio with more attention while the poor merchant blushes and tries his best not to burst in tears out of embarrassment.
“If I ask you about the dinner with Lady Aliza, what do you say?” Warriors pronounces carefully, out of the blue.
“Uh?”
Warriors’ face makes something complicated. “That solstice eve with Linkle?”
“Who?” Ravio starts wondering about his earring, because nothing makes sense.
“The swimming day?”
“Please, Mister Captain!…” Ravio begs, pressing his hands on his ears. “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”
Warriors’s jaw goes slack. “Oh. You don’t know. For real.”
Ravio shakes his head negatively, red with shame. Warriors stares at him wide-eyed for a whole minute, then stammers in confusion: “But… You told me… Just now, when I asked you if we had already met, you answered…”
“The portals misfired.” Ravio blurts, relieved to finally let the truth out. “Actually, it’s the 12th or the 13th time you and the others come to my shop. This is how.”
Warriors keeps staring in disbelief. “No way?…”
“I swear it’s the truth, this time! I just… I just wanted to play a trick on you, I’m sorry…”
Then Ravio spends the next fifteen minutes describing how their ‘first meeting’ went for him, the goodbyes in the yard, the unexpected reappearance of the Chain, his fear when they attacked him and finally the mischievous idea he had…
As he tells his story, Warriors’ face relaxes and loose his anxious frown. In the end, the Captain is struggling not to laugh out loud. He taps his hands on his thighs and throws is head back. “Goddess above, and I was convinced that you were mad at me and that maybe there was something wrong you couldn’t tell!…”
He giggles.
“Heavens, Time’s face when you bothered him with that mask… I almost thought he was about to run away through the window. Alright, that was mean, but well played. That little scorpion deserved it for what he made us suffer during the War.”
“Um… About that, Mister Captain?” Ravio begins, unsure. “You mentioned the War and myself…”
“No, no, don’t worry about that.” Warriors brushes his concern away and gets up. He stands in front of Ravio, his hands on his shoulders. Ravio looks up with puzzlement, half-expecting another hug, but Warriors just smiles sadly at him. “It hasn’t happened yet and, hopefully, it won’t happen until a very long time. I shouldn’t have bothered you with it. Just want to tell you, thanks for being you. You’re a good guy, Ravio.”
A big commotion from outside cuts them off, followed by an interrupted scream. They both start and Ravio hurries to open the dormer, confused but relieved to have an excuse for escaping that weird conversation.
At the end of a trail of broken tiles is Legend, clinging onto the gutter and with his bottom half dangling over the edge. Given the angle of the damages, he was probably crouched by the window when he slipped and almost fell from the roof.
“Mister Hero?…” Ravio gasps in shock, while Warriors exclaims: “Vet, what the hell?!”
To his credit, Legend makes a really good job of taking a casual air for someone hanging over the edge of a roof. “What? Can’t a man inspect the gutters of his own house?”
“So you don’t want a hand?” Ravio asks him for clarification.
Legend glances anxiously at the ground about six metres lower. “Yes, I do… Please?”
In a combined effort, Warriors and Ravio manages without too much difficulty to haul the other Hero in the attic. Ravio opens his mouth to ask him if he’s alright and how much he exactly heard, but Legend grabs him protectively by the shoulders – not unlike Warriors a moment ago – and looks at him in the eyes.
“Are you fine, Rav?” He asks him very seriously. “Is this moron bothering you? I can tell him to sod of if he does, just tell me and I kick him out of the house!”
“What? No, it’s fine!” Ravio refutes immediately.
“Easy, Vet.” Warriors scoffs.
It does nothing to calm down Legend, who pivots to the Captain and points at him an accusing finger. “You! What the hell are you doing there? Do you think I didn’t notice when you sneaked away? I swear that if you’re bothering my husband about a scam he did on your expense or… or whatever, then you’ll have to deal with me!”
Ravio changed his mind. It wasn’t funny anymore. Actually, he wonders if there may be a way to get that situation more awkward than it already is. Honestly, he wishes he could jump in a portal like the Chain, go back to the moment he has the idea of this prank and slap himself in the head.
“Mister Hero, you’re overreacting…” He whispers, desperate. And overprotective, he adds for himself.
Warriors raises his hands in a placating way, smiling. “He’s right, Veteran. We were just talking about… well, it’s complicated. Let’s just say I mistook your friend for someone else. I’ll leave you alone n-… Wait, did you call him your husband?”
“Well, yes!…” Legend’s hand slips into Ravio’s and gives it a gentle squeeze. It’s shy, clammy and so desperately cute that Ravio almost burst in tears out of emotion. “Do you have a problem with that, maybe?”
Oh, Bun Bun… Ravio thinks fondly, torn between his love for his Hero and the guilt for having created this terrible situation. It’s just the three of them in the attic, Ravio and Legend holding hands, Legend glaring menacingly at Warriors like to defy the Captain to say anything and Warriors…
Warriors looks back calmly, then the corners of his mouth start to twitch and a malicious glint shines in his eyes. “Noooo, no, absolutely no problem at all. You’re free to love who you want, Vet. Just… I hadn’t… connected all the dots.” His chest begins to jump. “If Ravio is your husband… then does it means you’re Mister Fluffy Butt?”
A big laugh shakes the Captain bodily. He’s still howling in laugher as he retreats down the stairs, pursued by Legend who throws sheets at him and screams furious curses.
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@colourfulgoose, here is a gift for your lovely prompt "Link brings the chain home to introduce a special someone in bunny shaped robes.". I hope you'll like it!
“Well, time to go everyone!” Time calls from in front of the portal.
All the Chain is gathered in Ravio and Legend’s yard where a swirl of darkness opened a few minutes ago. Bags and weapons are lying here and there as the Links finish to pack their last items. Ravio enjoys one last time the sight of his friends gathered at the same place. As always, the moment when the Chain has to go fills him with a bitter-sweet melancholy. Of course he knows he will see them again soon, but goodbyes make him sad.
Link – or Legend, like his companions call him – shifts from one foot to the other, embarrassed. His hand reaches shyly for Ravio’s. “Okay, um… That’s it. Sorry I have to leave you again, Rav.”
“Don’t worry, Mister Hero. I know you have to.”
Ravio leans forward and gives him a soft kiss on the cheek. It’s quick and chaste, but his poor husband blushes and rubs the back of his neck as if Ravio had actually given him a monumental snog in front of his fellow Heroes. Cheers and wolf whistles erupt from the group.
“Oh, shut the hell up!” Legend shouts over his shoulder, then turns back on Ravio. “T-T-Take care of yourself, okay? I’ll be back as fast as I can. Love you. See you soon.”
“See you soon, love bun. Be nice to your friends.”
Still blushing, Legend leaves with a last kiss on Ravio’s hand and disappears through the portal. The rest of the Chain follows and, soon, the portal closes. Ravio stays alone in the yard where nine people suddenly vanished from existence. Sheerow lands on his shoulder and he pets her beak distractedly, still caught in the memories of the Chain’s recent visit.
“Well,” He says after a moment, “let’s go home.”
The worse in these moments is the feeling of emptiness that inevitably follows the Chain’s departure. Happily, Ravio is used to it now. Best to do in these cases is finding something to keep his hands and his mind busy. Ravio begins with the dishes, then a quick sweep at the first floor and after that a laundry. His usual purple rabbit hood goes in the bucket with a few socks and a couple of undies. Instead, he puts on a simple lilac robe and a comfy pair of pyjama trousers.
Once he’s done with the washing, he settles with Sheerow in the living room for the next important task: doing the shop inventory.
Ravio likes to count his possessions – alright, Mister Hero’s possessions, but since they are married Legend’s stuff is now Ravio’s stuff as well. He finds it relaxing. Plus, the Links always messes up with Ravio’s system when they come, especially Wind and his sticky fingers. So yeah, best time ever to clean up and make an inventory.
So, Ravio is sitting on the carpet, sorting items in front of him by price and actually having a good time when he hears the door open. He starts and stops in the middle of his task, an ornamental dagger still in his hand. That’s weird, because he took care to place the sign CLOSED outside and he doesn’t expect any visit today.
Clatter and voices ring out from the dinning room. Several people, moving furniture and items. Ravio tenses and sneaks to the partition to have a discreet look. Sheerow doesn’t wait and flies directly to the other side before he could hold her back.
“What’s this strange white bird?” One of the voices goes.
“What?” Another answers, well known and oh so loved.
Ravio lets out a deep sigh of relief and gets out from his hiding place. The Chain looks at him with surprised faces.
“Almighty Lolia, guys, I thought you were rob-…” He begins.
Next thing he knows, Ravio is pinned on the floor while Twilight’s and Four’s swords pointed at his throat. He yelps in fear and confusion. What the hell? Why are they attacking him? Terrific possibilities flash through his mind, the Chain victim of an evil spell, his Hero suffering amnesia after a battle, the Links being actually impostors who took his friends’ appearance to trick him...
“Who are you and why were you spying us?” Twilight snarls, a foot on Ravio’s chest to immobilise him.
Ravio drops the dagger he was still holding and waves frantic hands. “No, please! I’m a friend! I’m not armed, well, yes I am… but no, that’s not what you think!…”
Lolia above, why don’t they recognise him? Everyone is looking at him like a stranger and treating him like a potential threat. It’s terrible to see from people he knows for months. Alright, he doesn’t have his emblematic hood, but it’s not as if they had never seen him without it, right? Even so, they know he lives here, don’t they?
“Alright, it’s fine!” Legend speaks. “Leave him alone.”
He offers Ravio a hand and helps him to get up. Ravio falls on his neck with a sob of gratitude. His knees buckle out of emotion and he clings onto his husband’s shoulders. “Ooooh, Mister Hero… I didn’t expect you this soon...”
Legend turns as red as a beet. He steps back so fast that Ravio falls back on the floor with an offended squeal. Puzzled, Ravio gets on his knees and gives him a reproachful look. His husband averts his eyes, his cheeks still bright red.
In the end, it’s Time who hauls Ravio upright.
“Legend, I suppose you know this person?” The Chain’s leader asks, gesturing at Ravio.
“Yes, um…” Legend coughs embarrassedly. “He’s my-my-my room mate. I forget he was home this week.”
Ravio frowns at that. Well, that’s concerning. It’s true that Ravio hasn’t always been at Legend’s house, during a period he did frequent round trips from here to Lorule where he still had some stuff… But he stopped months ago, when the two of them get officially married.
Also, ‘room mate’? Seriously? After all they went through?
“And… do you mind to introduce us?” Time insists when Legend seems apparently content with this answer.
With a deep, resigned sigh, Legend wraps an arm around Ravio’s shoulders and pivots him to face the Chain. “Guys, this is Ravio, a friend of mine. He happens to have a room here. Ravio, this is the Chain. They are kind of, um... distant relatives. I… I wanted to introduce them to you, sometime.”
“Hi Ravio!” The Chain sing-songs in chorus.
“Sorry, Ravio!” Twilight and Four add politely.
Suddenly, it clicks. Ravio turns to Legend and exclaims: “It’s time-travelling!”
“Well, um, yes?…” Legend sputters, startled. “We’ve been time-travelling together for a while. How do you know?”
“Oh… Just a wild guess, Mister Hero.” Ravio eludes, mind racing.
All at once, everything makes sense, the fact that no one remembers him, Legend’s shyness, his surprise to see him here… Of course, Ravio knew about the time travels. Through the Chain’s stories, he learned that every Link came from a different era, or even from a totally different branch of the timeline for some of them. And now that he thinks about it, he remembers that everyone looked like they already knew him the first time they met. Back then, he supposed that Legend had told them about it, but in the light of today’s events…
Almighty Lolia… It’s the first time they meet him, but for him it’s the ten-ish or so. He’s going to break the timeline.
...
Or… He could make some profit?
The idea strikes him like lightning. Oh no, he shouldn’t… They trust him… But in the same time, it’s the golden opportunity… So maybe…
He needs to prove his theory. His eyes fall on Warriors and he can’t help but smile. Oh, yes! Here is the perfect subject. Warriors has always looked like he knew Ravio, since the start. He’s one of the most ancient members of the Chain when it formed. If he doesn’t remember, then no one does.
Resolutely, Ravio walks to him and shakes his hand.
“A pleasure, Sir knight of Hyrule! You seem like a well-off relative… Would you be interested in some item renting?”
“It’s just a uniform, he’s as broke as I am.” Legend snickers from behind the Captain’s back.
Warriors hisses at Legend, visibly ill-at-ease. His face turns a little pale as he meets Ravio’s eyes, but his expression quickly morphs into a polite smile.
(On retrospect, Ravio should have wondered a little bit more about that reaction. It was his first mistake. The second would be not to pay attention later when Wind and Time would whisper questioningly to the Captain as glancing at him)
“Nice to meet you… Ravio, that’s it?” Warriors shakes warmly Ravio’s hand. “Well, I guess we will be good friends.”
“Ah ah, no.” Legend grabs possessively Ravio’s arm and starts to lead him out of the room. “Come on, Rav, you surely has a lot of things to do. Like, not scamming my family. I swear, no one here is interested by your overpriced items.”
“Actually, chores can wait, thank you.” Ravio shoves his elbow in Legend’s ribs and frees himself. He turns to the Chain. “I don’t only rent things, I sell too. Would someone here be interested by healing potions and magic arrows?”
Several enthusiastic hands raise. Ravio hides a smile. Oh, it’s going to be so funny!
After leading Time and Warriors through a long maze of back alleys, the Rancher finally stops in front of an anonymous wooden door at the bottom of a narrow country ward, kicks it open and exclaims cheerfully:
“Honey, I’m home!”
From the inside, a masculine voice replies in kind. “Hi, Home!”
“A beer for the little one!” A woman shouts over a clatter of rattled dishes.
A large grin plastered on his face, the local Hero disappears inside. The Captain gives Time a quick glance, unsure, but Time only smiles and follows their younger self. He feels like there is nothing to fear here.
Ladies and gentlemen, we reached Telma's bar!
(Yeah, the map earned an extra section. Don't pay attention to the large, open space that starts appearing below the cut)
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I ran into the prompt "makeshift bandages" in a fic and I wondered "Hmm, what would I have written if it was me?..." and the answer was I wouldn't have written anything particular, instead I have this.
Something is following them and Red is almost sure the othershasn’t realised yet.
He tries his best to act natural. At first, he thought it was just the sound of their own footsteps, echoed by the tunnels. But the thing, whatever it is, produces no sound. It’s just a looming presence lurking in the shadows behind them. It makes Red’s hair stand at the back of his neck, but he doesn’t dare to look. He isn’t sure of what he would see. Still, he slows down a little more, discreetly, so Vio and Blue won’t notice he is lagging behind.
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