#glowdarks

“Please don’t come inside. You will live to regret it.”

Pamela peeks her head out from the door of her little music box home, trying not to stare too hard into the eyes of the very scary-looking mask. She already has trouble getting over her fear of Gibdos, the Moon is falling, and now there’s a weird creature with a mask...

Link often likes to return to the Lost Woods from time to time. They know their way around, never the type to get lost, having the path memorized like the back of their hand. Saria’s usually still there, and it’s always nice giving her updates on what life is like in the castle gardens.

But today, Link's in a more playful mood- and by playing, they mean music. Darunia asked Link for help writing a song for his son’s birthday, and Link wants to run it by a certain connoisseur, a longtime friend. First, of course, they have to play the one song they know their friend will answer to, every time. Sitting on a familiar stump that’s a little too small for them now, they lift the ocarina carefully and begin to play.

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Spooky Liminal Space Inspired Starters

"Hm? Do what?"

[msg]: Age, 31. Male. We live in the same city.

It's a hundred times more formal and correct than any text Brucie has sent on the up-and-up in his life, not a L33T-speak in sight. Another way of distancing his online persona from his in-person self.

But his in-person self is going to commit a crime if he doesn't see this man take something up that muscle ass of his at some point, so he'll play ball as far as he needs to.

[msg]: Your bills won't be a problem anymore. You can have money whenever you want it, if you do something I like first. Sound good?

Bae's eyes widen a little as he scans the message - so he was a man, older too! Just the thought of it has his ears reddening a little. Same city as him? "Ahhh-" Bae groans to himself as he rubs a hand down his face. Nana always did say he has a big heart, because his brain isn't that big. He must have let slip on a live, maybe one of his story-time ones, where abouts he was based! Safety 101...

Still, as the anon fan keeps typing, Bae sits further forward and just like that, the power had shifted. He was no longer the one calling the shots, he never really was...

[msg] something you like?

By now his rather prominent ears were a very warm shade of crimson as he continues to type. His skin feels hot and prickly just thinking about what that could entail, with this guy watching him. The guy was so generous with his money, did it mean he was rich? Why did he like watching him so much if he was? God, he has so many questions! No doubt they wouldn't be answered, however, and the last thing Bae wants is to scare him away...

[msg] yeah okay, name it