#lovedwinter

     SHE FELT ALONE. though she knew that was what she wanted, and also that wasn’t the case–––– link had refused to remain more than a few feet down the path of the spring in case she needed him, no matter how much she tried to get him to budge just a few paces further–––– it still wasn’t the best feeling. 

      WHY SHE’D WANTED to return to the spring of wisdom, a place she had only set foot once on her seventeenth birthday a century ago, the last place she had visited before the calamity had struck, she could not say. but, all throughout her recovery, and her trips to get to know this new hyrule, she knew she’d wanted to go.

     AS IF SHE’D been called there.

     SHE WAS FAR from foolish enough to step into the water ( she doubted the feeling of it’s icy grip had changed, even over a century ), but she still approached, dragging her gloved hands across the damaged, broken pillars before kneeling on the platform at the spring’s edge, and faltering the moment she fell still.

     SHOULD SHE PRAY? should she remain quiet? it was difficult to know what step to take next when she wasn’t even sure what she was seeking.

He had seen malice before, his mind replays memory on memory of the monsters that plagued his land, destroyed his village. The darkness and sludge that had grabbed ahold of him and dragged him down to the depths.

But no matter how many times he had seen it, it was terrifying. And it seemed....different, somehow. 

They were finally away from the cursed sight, and Link felt as if he could finally breath, releasing a shaky sigh and leaning up against the closest solid surface he could get his hand on. His eyes go to his hand aswell - the triforce mark hidden under a glove, but he seemed all too aware of its presence at that very moment.

Whistling quietly, Link would lean against a tree and relax. His descendant had left to do something, leaving him in charge of their camp. He didn’t mind, he enjoyed the quiet, only the sounds of nature finding their way to his pointed ears. That is, until he saw a woman come down the mountain side. Raising an eyebrow curiously, he would not move from his position as she approached.

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“Um... maybe?” Ruta admitted, a sheepish grin on her face. “That’s always something I worry about whenever I sleep or... run extended diagnostics for a while. I’m always worried that there’s someone who will forget, even if it’s only been just a few months opposed to 9,900 years.” She’d laugh nervously.

Go in my askbox, and give my muse an RPG-style command! || accepting

> You carefully pick the notebook up, turning it over in your hands. You figure this notebook is about the same age as you, maybe even older, considering Alexis had the drawing of her and the previous Hero and Princess in it... from the first Calamity. You knew how fragile things like this could be, having a 10,000 year old notebook yourself, so you were careful when flipping the pages, and careful not to smudge any of the drawings within. 

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Send ‘a moment of weakness’ and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. || accepting

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

The ground they’d been walking upon was a bit rocky and uneven. Ruta was handling it just fine, though the sound of Alexis falling behind her prompted her to stop and turn around.