#jesus babe

@toxkeepxbreathing​

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

I’m not trying to poison you

I’m not a root vegetable

If you lick my face repeatedly when I’m not expecting it, I won’t be happy

I’m not going to kiss you if you’re passed out

“You should be more careful,” Link smiled softly as he rolled up the tattered sleeve of Zelda’s shirt.

“But you’re always here to heal me,” Zelda grinned back despite the initial sting of Link’s healing magic. She let out her breath as the sting slowly faded into a subtle warmth. “So what’s the point of being more careful?”

“Avoiding unnecessary pain,” Link supplied. “Conserving both our strength and energy. Not killing an entire camp of monsters on a scouting mission.”

“Where’s your courage, O Son of Farore?” Zelda teased.

“Where’s your wisdom, O Triforce Bearer,” Link shot back as he moved to heal the scrapes on her calves.

“Hey, I knew we could beat them. They were low level bokoblins, so why not rid the world of them?”

“Any fight is risk to your life,” Link’s eyes became solemn. “That’s one of the few things Mother taught me.”

Zelda’s teasing smile fell from her face, “Goddesses, you’re right. I hate when you’re right, which you are. All the time.”

Link smiled and finally got Zelda’s tall riding boots off. She let out a small gasp, which caused Link to skewer her with a glare.

“Did you twist your ankle?”

“No.”

Link lightly squeezed her right ankle causing Zelda to flinch.

“Maybe.”

“Zelda, how could you not tell me? Were you fighting on it? Can you even stand on it? Oh Oracles above, it’s broken isn’t it?”

Me: Pigeon? Seagull? Puffin? Eagle? Hawk?