have a nineteen-year-old gan plopping down in front of the doggo and giving him a good scratch behind the ears.
the younger ganondorf has a light in his eyes that isn’t driven by power. the wolf doesn’t sit, but instead bows his head, shoving his face into the scritches. a big a wolf as he, it takes little effort to unbalance the gerudo, knock him on his back, give him a long friendly lick.
do you have any idea, any idea at all, what you have cost me?
the words haunt his memories. his dreams.
in the morning, they will collect their belongings and risk their lives. but for now -- the fire crackles beside them. but for now -- the sand is warm and cooling rapidly under their campsite. but for now -- in the night sky, stars twinkle down at them like fairies.
he doesn’t know what it cost.
but as link turns a tight circle and curls himself up next to power’s newest ancestor, he knows:
it was worth it.
