“LINK! You have to help me!”

Link’s place was the first place she thought of to go when her ‘other self’ showed up. The one she was convinced was some weird cosplayer for so long... she doesn’t know anything about kids, so she’s tied a rope to her backpack, and is basically dragging her through the fields toward the barn.

“Oh good, you have a kid version of you, too. How the heck are we supposed to handle this? She bit me!”

Kay looks at her Link, ears flat against her head.

✿           long, lush green divides and conquers, forming pathways that twist and turn as labyrinths do. so this was their test? a springtime maze. well, the sprite had pointed them in the direction to go-- the only true way to move: forward. with an outstretched hand, martel laid her palm out. at least if she was to walk down twisted pathways, she could do so with imaginative company.

“You’re still hanging around here, huh?  I’m glad to see a familiar face, at least.”  Roll patted out her dress to remove any wrinkles that sat visible for anyone to see.  Honestly, coming here was always a pain, and she always felt so disheveled for the first few days.

“Come on, I don’t have all day.  Weren’t you the one that wanted to go out?”  Despite acting like he didn’t want to go out, he actually did.  He just  had to be as difficult as possible.

The door isn’t opening. Barry appreciates Link’s offer of help with the move, and it’s gone well so far: they’ve gathered together the things to bring outside without anything breaking. But now the door won’t open.

Neither will the window, when Barry tries opening it to get a look at whatever’s going on. The ice frozen to the seam of it is very stubborn. “Well. We might be snowed in... somehow.” It really doesn’t seem like high enough snow to be a barrier, icy coat or not, but the door absolutely won’t open.

yet … he feels it searing into his blood and threatening to tear his soul apart. bonded by fate, as the goddesses have DECREED, power weighed against courage. for a moment, a very long moment, he felt freedom from his immortal coil, seconds ticking into hours where the powers that came to be thousands of years ago did not have their HANDS upon his being. but he feels it now, suddenly, as if driven into his side by dagger blade, a connection with another —- HIS MIND IS WHELMED BY NOTHING ELSE BESIDES RAGE! would it be easy to ignore the hero's existence! live with his life and his sins! there's no need to fight! surely! yet, he's a puppet on a string, moved by the hand of demise, and what other choice does he have? his goals stripped away from him, his entire life without purpose.

he stands, facing the wretched ocean, brine and salt sparking the air before him. ganondorf snorts, bitter taste upon his tongue. footsteps approach, grass tossed underfoot, stepping stones clattering, he doesn't need to look to see who it is. IS THIS FATE OR IS THIS COINCIDENCE? an ear flicks, he touches a hand to his wooden sword, he does not strike. how wise of them to strip me BARE like this, he scoffs internally. though it all simmers beneath his bones, threatening to reject common sense, he shuts his eyes and feels against his skin, a sea BREEZE.

❝boy. it's been a while.❞

“Luna-P is.. not just a ball. We’re friends!”

Chibiusa, cradled the ball between her palms, bouncing it once against the ground. Luna-P was much, much more... although she doubted someone else would understand the device’s importance to her. After all, the history they shared was long and special.

After passing through several areas, Red came upon some normal looking houses.

So it wasn’t just townhouses and apartments here. He had been beginning to wonder about that.