I was thinking about your downfall iau... I love it sm. I reread the fic with Malon and Hyrule where he's trying to take a shower, and I'm curious if Time ever saw Malon's brand?
aaaaaa thank you <333 I'm glad you like it, I know I haven't done much with it lately but I've been busy and at the moment sick :/ but I love talking about it still :)
I was actually gonna try and write something with Time actually seeing the brand, but I didn't get very far... this is all I have actually. No matter what I did I couldn't get more of it down... maybe I'll add more to it at some point.
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Malon sat silent beside Time, trembling with emotion, and Time swallowed, gently taking her hand in his. He couldn't tell if she was merely angry or crying with the way her hair hung in her face, but he felt sick at the sight of her like this.
He knew what had happened. But he wanted to see for himself.
He needed to.
“Malon, please, let me see,” Time whispered, and as he ran a hand over her knuckles he heard her swallow.
She finally lifted her other hand that wasn't in his, and slowly moved it to her arm, gripping the fabric of her shirt. She finally rolled her sleeve up, fingers shaking as they revealed the marks that were still an angry red, and Time's powers roared at the sight.
He knew anger wouldn't help right now though, so he quickly shoved the pure rage aside, instead carefully stretching a hand out, and thumbing a freckle right under the marks burnt into her upper arm.
“Are you in any pain?” he asked, voice still a whisper.
Malon shook her head, and Time lifted her arm with a shaking hand, pressing a gentle kiss to the mark. His wife’s breath hitched, and Time finally saw her face, her eyes glassy with tears. They were at odds with the angered expression on her face though, and Time thumbed away a tear that escaped, setting his forehead against hers.
"Oh Malon," he whispered, and Malon's lip quivered, another tear joining the first.
"I hate," she choked out, and Time pulled her tighter into her arms as a soft sob escaped her. "They treat us like objects, Link, I just..."
She sobbed again, and Time set his head over top hers, his wife burying her face into his shoulder as she cried. All while Time shook with carefully held back anger, anger for being unable to protect his wife, anger from the mistakes and disasters that had brought them to this point. Anger at a world that viewed them as nothing more than tools.
