#arrrrrrr

sci-twi hos and sunset shimmer stephen designs under da cut yay!

But as I get sleep vibes idk what to poor about so I will just throw hdw / iw mashup your way and idk we can basque in the vibes or something lol

I hope you had a good morning ❤️

My morning was fine, afternoon has been a lil crazy but that’s how it goes lol. I hope you’re sleeping (or at least resting!! Headaches are the worst)

I would love to basque in the mashup vibes <3 hmmm let’s see... how about a little fic? :3

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“Link? Are you hurt?”

Link slowly blinks, staring at his shaking hands and not replying to his father’s question. Is he hurt? He’s actually not sure. The battle had been something of a blur, especially when...

Link swallows, and Volga sits in front of him, taking his chin in his hand and gently tilting his head around to check for injury. His gaze narrows at something, and Link hisses when he suddenly presses something to his cheek.

“Link,” Volga repeats, and Link finally looks up, meeting his gaze. “Are you hurt elsewhere?”

“I don’t think he is,” Proxi says nervously, flittering around Link’s head. “All I saw was his cheek get hit, though Chime was pretty rough—”

Link bites his lip so hard it hurts, and Volga pauses, looking at Proxi.

“I thought the Sheikah hero had gone home,” he says slowly, and Link closes his eyes.

“We thought he had,” he whispers, stomach churning. “But it was him in the battle today. And he was fighting for Ganondorf.”

Link’s voice shakes a little at the end, but he clears his throat and attempts to clear the lump from his throat. It doesn't really work.

Volga watches Link a moment, face unreadable, and Link stays quiet. The pressure on his cheek increases just a little, but it's still gentle. Proxi stays quiet for once.

"You're certain it was him?" Volga asks, and Link nods.

"It was. I fought him, I... he didn't even talk to me. Just... attacked."

Volga finally lifts the cloth from Link's cheek, and studies the bloodstained cloth for a moment. "Did he seem like he was fighting of his own volition?"

"I don't know," Link says as he looks at his lap. "I was more focused on not getting my throat slit."

The fight had been brutal, and Link hadn't known what to do. He'd avoided hurting Chime as much as possible, but Chime hadn't seemed to have the same qualms, and it had only ended because the battle as a whole had stopped.

Link didn't know what would have happened if it hadn't.

Volga hums, a deep, rumbling noise, but his voice is more quiet when he speaks again. "It's possible he is in a similar situation to what Cia put me in," he says, a hand going to his chin. "Dark magic?"

"I couldn't tell," Link says in a miserable voice, and his cheek stings as he tiredly rubs his eyes. "But... Impa and the princess need to know. We'll have to... to figure out how to deal with this."

How to deal with the fact that their former very skilled ally is now very much on the opposite side.

Link must sound truly terrible as he speaks, because Volga looks at him a moment, hesitates, then sets his hand on his shoulder, squeezing it.

"I am sorry about your friend," he says quietly, then stands up, handing Link some bandages. "I'll return in a moment. I need to find your mother."

He turns and walks away, and Link lets his shoulders truly droop, blinking back the sting in his eyes as Proxi quietly settles in his hair.

Chime is in the hands of the enemy.