#bldmnrises

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yours truly.

Send my muse love letters on anon. Bonus points if you drop a hint on who sent it.

The letter doesn’t need a signature as Link’s throat tightens. It’s taken longer than it should have for him to return to Hateno. He’d been following various leads of sightings of her all over Hyrule rather than return to the home that they both shared. It was partially the work and partially the fear that keeps him away.

He might have built Hateno for himself but in the years since they vanquished Calamity Ganon it had become their home. And what was his home without her there? The house would be too still without her there.

And he re-entered the home, steps soft so as not to disturb the thin layer of dust that rested over everything in their absence. He doesn’t want to change anything without her there. Like a tomb, a memorial, he wants everything to be exactly as it is when she returns.

It takes an effort of will to venture down into her ‘study’, the place they jokingly called the hideyhole near the well. As much as he’s loathe to barge in there, he has to know….has to see if maybe she…

But he finds the note instead, reading it in a flurry and then in a trudge, emotions washing over him one after the other. Anger, frustration, joy, sadness, and, and—does he dare? What’s holding him back now?

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zelda kneels, finds her leggings dirtied by enriched soil of the forest, but offers forward a stone. engraved in it, unbearable, is the signia of her family, but it's a gorgeous sunstone garnet, one she held so cherishibly close to her heart. " a token of my gratitude, for all your aid in our time of need. " a pause. " and for your effervescent splendor in sharing your wisdom with the hero. "

" -- and perhaps, staying so BRIGHT in such a darker time. "

For the first time, in a long, long time, Oaki feels true uncertainty. It's knotting the wood in the deepest depth of his small frame. Usually he's far more ambitious. In all his adventures with his brother he stood by his side, and made sure he's safe and well fed…

Was there any wisdom that was shared? Him and Link are the same age after all… and rarely did his siblings feats go noticed by the Princess. It was always the false hero who did…

So, the little Korok gently nudges the stone back to her. " I can't accept this. " He admits with a little shake of his head. " I'm just his brother. I'm suppose to be those things for him! So… so you should keep the stone, Miss Princess. "

This Might Kill Her

Only Urbosa could know whether she was shaking from fear, anger, or some combination thereof, but she certainly should not have been holding anything terribly fragile as the words echoed around her.

She didn't speak much about her time in Naboris. None of them did, not even once-boastful Revali. She was inclined to say that she had particular trauma with Thunderblight, but that was ego at its finest. She knew that.

But one hundred years was hardly something she could forget. One hundred years of summoning every ounce of strength in her body to try to change Naboris' course, to throw the demon out into the sand wastes, of screaming back when it taunted her. Of atoning for a sin their tribe should have been able to leave well in the past.

Teeth grit close enough together that she was in danger of breaking a tooth, she unsheathed her scimitar in response.

Hey Nonny Nonny

She read the letter once, twice, and then three times over before replacing it on her overburdened bureau. Forefinger and thumb pinched the bridge of her nose, a familiar gesture to those who were at her side when opening correspondence from Hyrule's king.

Send my muse love letters on anon. Bonus points if you drop a hint on who sent it.

Hands meet together, loosely pinched before releasing. His left hand levels next to his side, patting down gently. Pointer taps to his temple before swinging forward, hand curling into a fist, thumb and pinky stepping out with a small push. Pointer finger again points directly in the air zig-zags a couple times before making a circle in the air.

Tapping his chest, his flattened palm chops forward. Both hands face upward in front of his chest, first reaching forward then drawing back. Connecting both hands together, he swinging his left hand back and forth a couple times in the air. Left hand starts wide to the right before pulling across his chest and closing tight. Pointing at the speaker, at the note, at the darkness, at the faceless moon in the sky, he chops his hand forward again. Flattened palms shift from right to left, before his left hand pinches together, first pecking at the corner of his lips and then his cheek.

Link crossed his arms and looked down at Malice. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't get to have secrets."

A lie, but he didn't trust this kid. She undoubtedly knew what he was hiding from the rest of Hyrule, from his friends. The mask he wore to keep them all from seeing the truth would not fool someone like Malice.