#light arrows

Leia and her Zelda-esque light arrows, from my loosely-medieval AU! Yep, this is turning into an AU now lololl I figured she’d make a fitting archer since she uses a blaster in the movies XDD

This painting is based on Ralph McQuarrie’s concept art for Star Wars, since I was having such a hard time with the composition:

Day 3: Through the Fields 🌾✨🏹

Let’s keep it up this Linktober!

Zelink Week 2019 prompt #3/10

“And the other, who holds the Triforce of Wisdom,” she said as her gaze finally locked into his, for the first time in seven years, “is the Seventh Sage, who is destined to…”

Her words trailed away when Links’ brow started to knit in an apparent confusion, his head tilting ever so slightly.

His lips parted for just a second, a moment of contemplation before he stammered,

“Y-your eyes…”

“What about my eyes?”

“They’re,” Link replied, his voice oddly weak, “they’re…blue…”

“They are?!” Zelda asked, so shocked at what Link saw that she forgot completely to tone down her voice to sound like a male.

It was shrill, it was high, and it was familiar, Zelda bringing both her hands to her mouth mere seconds after her exclamation.

Links’ eyes widened greatly at the revelation, a shaky exhale out of his lungs and a small tear from his eye as his feet brought him a couple steps forward.

Just an old fairytale that all illusions dispel in the midst of true love…

Impa’s words echoed in her mind as it all unraveled, the sheikah wrappings, the bodice. As if prompted by some mysterious magic, a dress soon replaced them, Zelda looking down at herself in surprise, her feet lifting inches above the ground.

She hadn’t thought about those words in years, a warm feeling settling inside her as she felt gloves as well, and a tiara atop her head, a sensation that was sorely new for a warrior of the Sheikahs.

When her feet returned to the floor, stable on the stones of the Temple of Time, she looked up to see Link completely bewildered, his eyes still wide and his lips parted even more.

“Oh goddesses, Link,” she started quickly as she stepped forward, “I’m so sorry, I…I didn’t want to lie to you, really I didn’t…it was jus—”

It was sudden, and it stopped her words completely, but it was warm and comforting.

The Princess’ arms floated at her sides as Link kept his tight hold on her, his arms wrapping even further as his exhale brought his head down into the crook of her neck.

It was hard for her to recall the last time she had been hugged like this, surely not in the past seven years.

“I was so worried about you,” Link said.

Zelda was utterly deflated by it all, soon giving into it and returning the embrace.

“I guess I didn’t need to be,” he said as he let her go, yet his hands were still on her arms, “I suppose I worked myself up a bit too much.”

“That’s an understatement,” Link heard Navi say, the glare she received from Link afterwards as his arms returned to hang at his sides prompting her to fly off to the other side of the temple with a scoff and rolled eyes.

She waited with crossed arms, her back turned to them with a petulant frustration scrunching her tiny face. Navi knew Link well enough by now to know that the look she received meant that he wanted her away, even just for the moment.

“I just…I can’t believe it’s really you,” Link said, “all that time…”

“I know,” Zelda said, “and I’m so sorry for meeting you in disguise but…”

Link nodded when her words trailed away.

“You needed to be safe from Ganondorf,” he said with a small smile, his eyes kind, “I understand.”

“You forgive too easily,” Zelda said with a shake of her head.

“Only when it is just.”

“Link…what I’ve caused,” she started, “subjecting my kingdom to suffering…subjecting you to suffering…all because I instructed you to open the Sacred Realm…it is a horrid and selfish thing that I’ve done. And all the while I waited for your return, wanting so much to see you, and…for you to see me.”

“For seven years I waited for such a selfish fantasy.”

“But…” Link started walking forward, “I have returned…to help you, no less…to end all of this.”

He reached out and clasped his hand into hers.

“It’s no fantasy,” he said, Zelda closing her eyes at the sensation.

She nodded in the acknowledgement of his words.

“Then you will need this.”

Zelda stepped back, her hand slipping away from Link’s as a golden light started to envelop her, the sheen reflecting off of Link’s wide blue eyes.

She raised her arms for a glowing yellow orb to appear between her hands, arrows that shone with a similar golden luminescent light soon finding themselves between Links’ hands.

“These arrows drive away darkness,” Zelda said in Links’ awe, “much like fire melts away ice, they are a conduit of opposition. The adversary of darkness will light the way…your way.”

“But,” she continued after Link had put the arrows away, his glance resting on her blue eyes. She walked forward before placing a hand on his chest, her eyes focused only on her hand, “never forget your greatest strength, never forget that you have a courageous soul and…a kind heart…”

Her words faded when she felt Links’ fingers brush her cheek. It was such a gentle tickle to make her heart blush with warmth, herself looking up to find Links’ soft gaze.

Links’ eyes flitted to her lips for just a second before he felt himself tossed backwards, hitting the stone floor behind him with a rather strong thud. The wind was almost knocked out of him as he fell to the ground by a force he couldn’t explain, his eyes squinting and his expression wincing at the sensation, at the pain in his back.

That was sure to leave a bruise.

Yet, he no longer felt it when he quickly clambered to kneel, rushing forward with a run when he saw the Princess trapped by a pink crystal.

But he was too late.

She was now in the very clutches of Ganondorf, the self-proclaimed King of Evil.