#mini links

*The sailcloth is stained with blood, and covering his left arm.. He doesn’t seem actively hurt, but he’s clearly not very happy, either.

- @knight-in-training-sky

(I scrolled this blog for like 10 minutes to find that interaction lol- I’d forgotten to reply to it so just pretend I did & that he liked it-)

*He doesn’t notice you at first, at least, not considering you to be someone noteworthy. When he catches sight of your sailcloth, however, he realizes how wrong that first assumption was. Twilight realizes that you’re the younger version of Sky—he’s not sure if you have your own nickname like Kid though.

Then Twilight sees the blood on your sailcloth, and how it’s covering your arm. He immediately approaches you in such a way that he appears non-threatening enough so as not to have you drawing your sword, face filled with worry even if you show no visible signs of pain*

Hey, wait up for a second!

*stabs you*

@mask-link and @localpangendernerd are safe for now

*runs away*

[Considering that he was currently busy bandaging his previous stab wound, he doesn’t see it coming. And, gets stabbed rrright in the side. The second you stab him however, his body twists to turn back and you get punched right in the face (Maybe use long distance weapons next time when you stab a warrior) before you manage to run away.]

*As daylight breaks, the boy wakes up. He’s groggy and sleepy, curling into Sky’s side a bit more. He gives a soft groan as the action tugs his wounds, but it’s ignorable…

*Thankfully.

*He clearly doesn’t want to wake up, would much much rather stay in the numbness of sleep where he doesn’t have to think about Zelda or his injuries.

- @knight-in-training-sky

*You hear a gentle humming as I work on something.* Having not moved from the spot I sat in last night. At your groan, I give a smile, happy to see you've made it through the night okay.*

Ahh. Hello, little birdie.

*I smile, having said the nickname out loud towards him, feels right. If he doesn't like it, fine. But it keeps him young. And crimson loves him so. There's that.*

I know it hurts. I need to stand, so I'm going to lay you down. Just rest up. And I can find us some food.

*Tear isn't speaking to you like she had in the past, the Sheikah Slate speaking for her. While she is smiling, it doesn't reach her eyes.*

I have some pumpkin pie if you'd like some. We had a festival in my time recently so I have extra pies.

[Link smiles and waves at Tear when they approach her, her smile softening when she puts her hand down and placed them on her hips. It’s been long since she’s last seen the Hero, and it’s such a pleasant surprise to see them back. Especially with how lonely he had been feeling lately. Sure, he’s with Zelda, but, they’re not…quite close. And he had managed to get her back to their world with the help of a scarred man draped in cloak, presumably one of the evil ones.]

[But he had stayed here. He doesn’t think that he deserves to return to such a world with the knowledge that their future is doomed. Atleast, not yet.]

[He- ah, uhm, wait, she, makes a so-so motion with her hand at the question, shrugging. And then she points at the other, tilting her head to the side to better display her own question. She wonders how they’ve been lately.]

[Pumpkin pies…He- She, would accept a pumpkin pie. But, she won’t. Not when she can sense that something is troubling the other.]

[She first makes an X with her calloused fingers to sigh ‘no’, and then uses her dominant hand to place her fingertips at her chin and then hold them out like she’s blowing a kiss, to sign ‘thank you’. She can only hope she got it right.]

-@the-lu-hero-of-twilight

[Link nods all the more enthusiastically, reaching to his back to pull out the Master Sword- before stopping midway. If they were to spar, should he not use a less powerful weapon? But, he does not have any claymores on him or near him right now…Perhaps, Twilight does.]

*throws salty water at your face*

*stabs you*

HHEHEHEHEHEHEE

*leaves the knife in and runs away before fading into a puff of black smoke*

[He was merely thinking about what to make for tonight when he suddenly got splashed with salty water from behind- his eyes went wide as he snapped his head over to the source, turning his body there in the process.]

[He was quick enough to notice that their position changed and he turned back to face the front of him.]

[This time, he saw the blade before it impaled him. And he gritted his teeth as he- almost instinctively- reached out to grab not the hilt, not anon’s hand, but the blade itself. It was slick, however, and when he gripped it, it sliced his palm open, but he didn’t release his grip. His grip made it so that the blade didn’t go as far as intended- but it still went pretty far and sliced his palm open.]

[He bit down a groan of agony, while he shut his eyes momentarily and his other hand went to pull out the Master Sword.]

[But when he opened them, Anon was gone.]

[all that was left behind was black smoke.]

[He groaned in frustration and muttered a few curses under his breath while he pulled out the knife from his chest. It had missed his lungs by an inch, and it now hurt to breathe.]

[The sight of blood pouring out from your chest never gets any easier to handle.]

[…Fuck, he doesn’t even have any bandages this time. His hand goes to the potion Legend had handed him, and he takes a few sips before shoving it back where it was. He can’t use too much, that’d be a waste. The bleeding should stop and the hole should clog up with dried up blog now. As for his hand…yea, hopefully the bleeding there also stops alongside the one on his chest soon.]

@askritoravioli

[Oh, it’s him.]

[Link waves at you too, smiling softly as he does. But when he puts his hands back down, his smile is gone and his neutral expression is back. He was also not expecting to see him here. And, if his speech were to be judged, this wasn’t the Rito Champion from his time. Probably also from the future.]