#anthxs

     He and Pipit had never been what anyone in their right mind would call ‘close’, but still, he had not expected a reaction like that. He blinked slowly in surprise, taking a moment to wonder what, exactly, he had done to earn Pipit’s ire so quickly. He had only been teasing him, gently at worst -- he had done far worse to the patrolman before, after all. So...     What the FUCK was his PROBLEM??

     Ginger brows settled heavy above his eyes, steadily furrowing amid his forehead as his curious expression melted into an unimpressed frown. His lips twitched, as if to become a snarl; but he paused, took a calming and even breath through his nose, and shifted from where he had leaned against the doorway. His arms unfolded from across his thick chest, and he stared down at the combative young man who had - apparently - decided he was the ENEMY. 

     “People were worried about you.” He all but snapped, pointing one gloved finger toward Pipit’s chest. “Don’t give me grief for trying to find out what the HELL you’ve been up to. Obviously, though, it was getting another stick lodged up your ass.” 

     The jab, of course, was childish, and perhaps unnecessary. It had just slipped out, is all. Though he had taken great strides toward controlling his temper, there were times when he couldn’t quite STOP himself. Facing down Pipit, ever and eternally reluctant to believe anything good about him, had always been one of those times.     And this one, worse than usual. He honestly didn’t think he had DONE anything. He had spotted the freckled boy walking through he halls of the barracks, and simply wanted to make conversation -- to welcome him home, and see if he was okay. Sure, he’d had half a mind to show off his new, midnight blue tunic, but whatever half formed plan he’d had was gone now. All that remained was stinging insult, indignant irritation, and a quiet reminder to himself that he needed to breathe. He hadn’t come here to fight.

     “The surface is a dangerous place.” He said, after a moment of pause spent breathing steadily through his nose. “When everyone started realizing this wasn’t some ROUTINE excursion, they sent everyone who could down there to try’n find you. Anyone already experienced.”     Zelda. Link. HIM. There were those who had moved away from Skyloft to try and build this ‘Hyrule’ on the surface, but they three still had journeyed furthest beyond the borders of the town. He’d spend days flying in search of Pipit and his bird --       And had to stand, while Gaepora faced his mother, and admitted that they couldn’t find him.

     “Listen... I know you’re a knight, or whatever -- you’ve got that big important yellow suit, and everything, and the bird -- but have you ever considered that maybe not all your ideas are good ideas?”

     Like picking up ancient, cursed daggers. Just... as a general, non specific example. 

     Pipit’s frustation, his disappointment, was evident in his voice, and the sound made Link’s heart ache. If there was anyone who gave the older knight an unyielding amount of criticism, it was himself, and Pips had the habit of giving himself little to no mercy.

     And trying to convince him that he should was easier said than done.

     “That doesn’t mean that you’ve failed though, Pips,” the younger knight murmured softly, scooting a little closer to the freckled knight. He settled his hand over the other boy’s, squeezing gently, before leaning over to rest his head against his boyfriend’s shoulder, “It just means that you need more time. You’re gonna be a great rescue knight, I know you are, and you work harder than anyone else that I know.”

acts   of   affection   /   platonic   edition:( ✂ ) Pipit puts a band-aid on Link’s cut.

     Link winced at the pain as his friend started to clean the wound. It was a small one.. but still Link was uneasy. To others it seems he just had a small fall, which in a sense it was.. but the damage was greater. A large scrape on his hand lead him to bleed. Link was going to take care of it himself, but when Pipit passed by and saw him soaking his hand in a bucket of water.. he had to step in.

               Silly Link, is what he said. All Link could do was ruffle through his hair as Pipit guided him to where he could care for his wound. Alright, hold still a bit longer would ya? Link complied and gave a nod. Looked like most of it was taken care of, now was just to cover it up. Link groaned quietly as he gazed at the blood cover cloth that was use to clean up his hand, but his attention was brought back to his friend soon enough.

             Pipit held up a rather large band-aid and spoke how he should be more careful next time. ❝ Ah.. ❞ Link let out a small breath as his friend gave him a smile. Though he felt guilty, Link was always grateful to have someone like him to carry him through hard times, big or small.

//twenty-two different sentences on a meme and both my ship partners manage to send in the exact same one.