#forestboylink

     Link had never been one to become vocal when he was angry. The youth didn’t shout, or even raise his voice very often for any given reason. There were few instances in Hero of Twilight’s life when he could remember conveying himself by way of yelling, and truthfully, Link couldn’t say that he enjoyed being loud for any real reason.

     As such, his anger was often quite the opposite of that - it was silent, and even sometimes a tad bit cold, a start contrast to the warmth that the Ordonian was otherwise known for. When someone made him angry, Link often found that he didn’t want to speak with them, didn’t want to be around them, not until he’d cooled off and managed to level his head. Even then, Link was not the easiest person to make angry in the first place.

     His predecessor’s actions, however, had certainly managed to slide beneath his skin this time. Perhaps it was because he’d hoped they’d gotten past thing, had somehow improved thanks to the understanding that existed between them. At the very least, Link had thought that the Hero of Time realized how his rashness could hurt both of them.

     For him to pull a stunt like this though? It caused both anger and concern to mix within him, creating a mixture where Link wished that he could have suppressed the former emotion. It was a bad habit of Link’s to focus on things that weren’t the person that he was frustrated with, and in this particular moment, he thought it best to distract himself with the task of tending to his wounded companion.

     Perhaps he should have acknowledged the apology being given to him at least though. Perhaps he’d been too cold. Regardless, he was not so hard that the sounds of shaking words and hitching breaths didn’t pull the younger hero from his brooding.

     Something admittedly ached as stormy eyes rose slightly, catching the sight of damp lashes and obvious pain that went beyond that of the physical. Was his silence really so agonizing for the other... ?

     The Hero of Twilight certainly hadn’t meant to hurt his predecessor with it, and that desperation in his companion’s voice made his heart break.

     “I... I al... I al-al-al... I alm-m-most l-l... alm-m-most l-l-lost y-y-you.” This was another reason why he chose not to speak when he was upset. The impediment that made communication so difficult for him in the first place was worsened when he was emotionally compromised, making the ordeal all the more frustrating to deal with. How ridiculous he must have sounded right now, despite the severity of the topic.

     “D... D-D... D-D-Do y-y... D-Do y-y-you r... r-r-reall-ly un... r-r-reall-ly und-ders-stand th-that?” Still he couldn’t look up, though Link could feel his own hands shaking now, trembling with the weight of what had nearly happened. “I al... al-m-most l... alm-m-most l-l... l-l-lost y-you, L... L-L-Link-k.”

     Goddesses, when was the last time he’d been so upset over something? When Midna had left? Yes, that sounded about right. This hit him with a similar cord, and even now, memories of when she’d sent him away, teleporting him out of the throne room so that she could take Ganondorf on by herself, and act that would cost the Twilight Princess her life.

     This had almost been a repeat of that, and this time, there wouldn’t have been any Light Spirits to bring the older hero back. Hands stilled but held the injured limb, even as he struggled to steady both the shaking of his voice and of his body.

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aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

     Because of the visions he’s experienced from the time he was young, as well as his connection with the spirits of his past lives, Link finds it difficult to believe that the supernatural couldn’t exist. He’s wary of it, however, and finds himself reluctant to dabble in aspects of it.

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

     Initially, Link’s opinion of himself is high. He’s a cocky young man who tends to be rather sure of himself and his abilities. This can get him into trouble at times, but overall, there’s very little that causes his confidence to falter.

     As his journey goes on, however, that fact changes. With the knowledge of what he’ll eventually have to do hanging over his head, Link’s opinion of himself lowers further and further, though he does well to hide that fact at first. By the time he’s forced to kill Ganondorf, however, Link reaches a critical point where he enters a point of self-loathing that actually breaks his spiritual connection with his past lives, and when that happens, he truly believes that he would have been better off having never been born.

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

      Generally, Link tends to be dishonest to a point with all strangers, particularly Hylians. As a thief in general, however, Link regularly partakes in acts of stealing - sometimes for survival, and sometimes for less savory reasons. He’s also perfectly willing to lie if it will get him out of a particular situation, something that he’s quite good at.

     He also tends to be dishonest about his visions though, hiding those from even his loved ones for fear of their reactions.

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

     Having been raised by the Gerudo, Link had been raised to mainly worship the Goddess of the Sands. Though he’s aware of the deities who the Hylians worship, mainly the Three Golden Goddesses, Link feels very little connection to them. Even after discovering that he possesses the Triforce of Courage, making him the goddess Farore’s champion, he has difficulty feeling a connection with the Hylian gods.

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

     Having been raised within a tribe where the community was fairly close knit, Link finds that he thrives in the company of others. Though distrustful of strangers, the appearance of loved ones is essential for him to remain content, and without them, the boy will quickly find himself in a state of loneliness. In situations where he’s cut off from his tribe, Link finds himself seeking gatherings of people simply for the company.

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

     Though not visually artistic, Link is rather gifted when it comes to the ways of dance. He easily finds the rhythm to any beat, and can follow along with the movements of his own body quite easily. This often bleeds into his fighting style, which contains much of the fluidity and grace that Gerudo dancers have.

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

     For a time, it’s likely that Link will find himself lost and uncertain of himself after his journey is over. Having self-exiled himself from the Gerudo tribe and spiritually cut off from his past lives, he’ll probably struggle for some time, and may even reach a point of desperation in his life. If and/or how he overcomes it remains to be seen, and will likely require some kind of outside intervention.

kyanite: an anger headcanon

     Despite everything that Ganondorf has done, Link still becomes angry when others speak badly of him. A sure way to light the boy’s temper is the outright insult the man who raised him, and even subtle jabs concerning the Gerudo King’s person will cause him to seethe. At the end of the day, he’s still Link’s father, and the hero desperately wants to believe that some good does exist in him.

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

     Due to his upbringing in the tribe, Link prefers to appreciate femininity over masculinity. It’s simply what he’s more accustomed to, and masculinity tends to be somewhat foreign to him - displays of it tend to both intrigue Link and leave him wary, though in some situations, he does find them to be attractive in an almost exotic sense.

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

     Link finds himself forced to accept that it’s real and unavoidable. He tries during the course of his journey to change the fate’s design, but finds himself rather unsuccessful, and by the end of it all, Link finds himself feeling helpless in the wake of what is to come, regardless of what he does.

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

“Well… Thank you, but I hope you know that job has already been taken by Impa.” The girl smirked, unsure how exactly to respond to such a grown up statement with anything other than humour. But, seeing the seriousness in the boy’s face at this, the girl sobered a little.

Alstroemeria– Friendship, Amaryllis– Splendid Beauty, Carnation Pink– I’ll Never Forget You, Chrysanthemum General– You’re a Wonderful Friend, Dandelion– Faithfulness, Forget-Me-Not– Memories, Remember Me Always, Gardenia– Secret Love, Hyacinth Purple– I Am Sorry, Please Forgive Me, Sorrow, Lilly-Of-The-Valley– Sweetness, Return to Happiness, You’ve Made My Life Complete, Morning Glory Red– Attachment, Primrose– I Can’t Live Without You, Rose Dark Pink– Thankfulness, Rose Red– Love, Respect, Rose Yellow– Joy, Friendship, Tulip Variegated– Beautiful Eyes, Tulip Yellow– There’s Sunshine in Your Smile

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“W-Wait, wait! What’s all this?”

While not as versed in the secret language of flora, the princess knew most of the flowers by name, remembering little scraps of information on them (including a few meanings here and there, scarlet dusting pale cheeks as Zelda spotted the gardenia and primrose), but what meant more to her then was the act itself. Zelda shyly received the colourful bundle of flowers, not really sure what to do with herself. If she could only stop her damned face from glowing like a ripe tomato! The princess didn’t know if Link had meant for the flowers to contain any sort of message, but they were a strange collection, like they had been chosen very carefully. If they had been, she was somewhat saddened and confused at the purple hyacinth, her eyes kept down, scanning the flowers to avoid meeting her friend’s eyes for risk of spontaneous royal combustion. What was she to even say to this gift, except for-

“T-Thank you-”

A moment to attempt to compose herself. Funny, her lessons didn’t seem to be working at all here!

“I-I mean…” Zelda looked up finally, her cheeks now surely redder than the rose she held. “I don’t know what this is for, um… Though I d-do appreciate it! I, uh… Um…” Now Zelda, don’t you think it would be polite to give something in return after such a gift?

“I- uh… Oh, here!” The girl quickly leaned forward and planted a small kiss on the boy’s cheek, surprising herself and more likely him too. There was a moment more of stuttered explanations and apologies (or attempt there of) before the girl awkwardly excused herself with a clumsy version of a formal curtsey, and fled to go hide somewhere in the garden. Perhaps, if one hung around long enough to listen, they might have picked up a muffled shout of frustration from behind a faraway bush.

Azalea– Take Care of Yourself for MeChrysanthemum General– You’re a Wonderful FriendForget-Me-Not– Memories, Remember Me AlwaysMorning Glory Red– AttachmentRose Yellow– Joy, FriendshipViolet Blue– Watchfulness, Faithfulness, I’ll Always Be True

For a moment or two, she’s going to stare at the bouquet, gripping it tightly in shaking hands. 

Then, she’s going to start sobbing into it, reflexively smushing her face into the flowers, shoulders shaking viciously.

┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴ :embarrassing memory      A teenager was sitting on the bridge connecting hyrule to Gerudo canyon He sighed, another hot day as usual, nothing new. he was staring at the water below him. It was calming to watch it flow.

       He jumped in shock when he felt two arms wrap around his shoulders, “Got you!” He flailed fora moment, losing his balance on the edge of the bridge and falling, dragging the other with him since the other was holding onto his shoulders.

      Both dragged by the current down to lake hylia, neither suffering any damage too severe. He saw his sister coughing up a bit of water. “Not one word to anyone.” He demanded after coughing a bit himself.

It was something she’d spent countless nights worrying about since discovering that he still lived; what if they didn’t make it out alive? What if, once again, she found herself the sole survivor? Lost one of the only two people remaining to her?

What if she failed him a second time?

Despite the shake in her limbs, she reached out to cup a hand around his cheek, giving him a reassuring little smile, before pulling him into a tight embrace, one arm guiding his head to rest against her collarbone, her chin nestling lightly against the top of his head.

“He won’t. I won’t let him.”