#failureheir

How could he say no to that face-- the curiosity that gleamed in the princess’s eyes, it was too glistening to resist. All he could do was silently protest, with his hands out front && his brows furrowing in the slightest. But alas, his pleads did not reach her. He knew that once she was set on something, there was no stopping her. It was just easier to go along with it, even if it meant having to have a taste of the amphibian within her palms.

it feels as if a rope has tightened around his neck, and he is at the mercy of its pull. at least, that is the best way ta’kor can think of to describe this odd feeling. this beckoning call that reaches from the darkness, luring him out of his seclusion and into the lands of hyrule. he is helpless to fight against it, for whenever he answers that call, he feels himself get stronger.

it unsettles him, how easily he gave in, and it’s his pride that gives him pause now. the herd of other lynels, bokoblins, lizalfos, and monsters he’s never seen before has continued without him. it’s just as well; he knows not where they’re going, nor where they’ll end up.

he stands at the hills of hyrule field, red eyes cast towards the distant castle. that’s where this call is coming from. that’s where it is. yet he can sense something else, something near the opposite of that dark energy, and it’s close.

               ears twitch where they’re buried in his thick, dark mane, and his head whips towards the sound of careful feet parting the grass. towards that sense of light.

prompt : accepting♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

it’s been little over a month since the calamity has been vanquished. and with the castle still in shambles, the two have begun their new life over at hateno village. what was once his home soon became theirs – both his & zelda’s. the thought of such was enough to fill him with glee, as link eagerly returns home after a long day of hunting. 

he knows he’s home the moment he sees that familiar figure before him. whether she’s asleep, or in the middle of her studies– just knowing that he could be beside her made him content. it gave him a sense of assurance - a reminder that their a hundred year battle has come to a close.

it also brought about unwavering feelings – ones that have been waiting to resurface after his resurrection, as link glances over to the tunic wearing princess. 

his tunic – given to him by the royal family itself, was now draped along the girl’s figure. he could tell by a single glance just how huge it was, with his shirt reaching up to as low as her knees. only her fingers poked out from the sleeves, which covered most of her hands.

the silent princess was nothing like the one who he serves. no, his princess was anything but silent. she was rather assertive, while not afraid to speak out her mind. it balances well with her muted knight, who helplessly melted at the radiance of her voice. 

and yet despite the stark difference between her and the silent flower, whose presence was scarce across the lance- they both were captivating in their own ways.

it would only take one second (not even!) before the valiant knight could appear by her side.  one could easily see that he was a force to be reckon with upon a single glance. and yet the pitiful foes decide to push their luck - almost desperate to lay their hands on the princess (even if it’s only a scratch).

however, similarly to them - the knight has no intention of letting up. with his sword in hand, he was more than ready to deliver the final blow. 

spotting a rather worn out book propped along the shelf, he glimpses over it curiously. the student was never a fan of reading, simply because he never had the attention span for it. really, the only reason he ever really comes to the library was to sneak in a nap or two before class. but this book in particular caught his attention -- as he goes to make a reach for it. 

however, it seems that there was someone else who was set on grabbing it, which he doesn’t notice until a moment too late. their hands touching for only a brief second, link was quick to yank his hand away -- his eyes instantly drawing over to the hylian beside him. 

it was in that instant that a wave of familiarity strikes him. from her gold locks, to her emerald hues -- there was something about her that just clicked with him. perhaps she was a classmate? he stops for a moment to think. no, it felt something more than that, perhaps something far beyond his understanding. 

FRIEND,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

💌 send me “unsent” and my muse will send yours an “anonymous” letter.

 your royal highness,

it has been some time since we’ve seen each other face to face. i find myself wondering when we will be able to speak alone on private matters. your time is dutifully being spent on containing the calamity, and i understand that burden to an extent. however, i would like to express my grievances in your tactful way of dealing with such a burden by yourself.

i mean no harm, in fact, this letter is sent with the purest of intents. i worry for you, dear princess. you hold the fate of thousands of years upon your shoulders when there are others to help guide you. i know, it cannot be easy. and there are things i will never understand. however, now is not the time to isolate yourself from the champions. they may control the divine beasts, but they are your allies in a war unknown.

you are wise, young princess, accept the help from them all, especially the hylian champion.