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𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.   /   “kyojuro,” she calls for him from across the room, half awake and shifting beneath the dozens of blankets piled upon her futon. the girls at the butterfly mansion always seem to know exactly what she needs, “i can’t sleep. come lay with me.”   /   @ofastereae​​

                            and  it  was  comical ––––  considering  the  fact  he  was  not  able  to  sleep,  either. too  much  to  think  about  (and  too  many  things to  fear),  while  his  sleeping  schedule  was  never  really  favourable  to  begin  with,  it  had  only  suffered evermore,  since  the  train  incident.

and  so,  he  couldn’t have  rushed  to  her  side  fast  enough. longing  for  company that  he  did  not  know  how  to  ask  for  –––  when  she  called for  him,  he  was  more  than  willing to  oblige.  there’s a  smile  resting on  his  lips,  as  he  lays  nearby (he  does  not  crawl  underneath the  covers,  he  didn’t  wish  to  intrude on  her  space, lest  she  give  him  permission).

(but  it  was  alright –––  even  if  the  nights were  cool,  kyojuro always  seemed  to  remain  so  warm.).

as  he  rests  comfortably  by  her,  silently, he  looks  to  her  –––  reaching  forward and  tucking  a  piece  of  loose  hair  behind  her  ear  (and  unlike  his  interactions  with  everyone  else,  perhaps  the  silence  was  comforting  here  –––  perhaps he  enjoyed  the  quiet,  if  it  meant  being  with  her).

something  warm  settles  in  his  heart, beating  every  now  and  again; a  fire,  that  still  burned,  but  never  singed.

and  with  his  smile,  with  the  way  their  shoulders  bumped  against  each  other’s, even  if  it  was  only  for  tonight...

monsters are always a threat in the hyrule fields,   and they are always a threat link is capable of handling.   pesky keese,   clever bulblins,   screeching kargaroks   —   he has observed all their tricks,   their tendencies,    and has learned to counter each with only growing ease   (   where had the innocent ranch boy gone   ?   the one who only knew how to fight pumpkin dummies,   the one who only knew how to spar with his father   ?   ).

but he’s not infallible.   no one is,   and when he finds his bottles empty of healing potions or fairies,   bloodstains upon his   (   sacred,   so say the spirits   )   tunic are inevitable.   though thankfully,   this time,   he had suffered no open wounds,   merely a blow to the face that had left him stumbling.   though,   if ilia’s reaction to him riding to safety with blood dripping from his nose and down his chin was any indication,   it was still alarming.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 'ʘ‿ʘ' 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄.   /   ʘ‿ʘ [ mitsuuuuuuri ]   /   @ofastereae​

                            and  his  heart  admittedly skips  a  beat  ––––  ah,  what  was  that?  was  that  something to  be  concerned  about?  there’s  a  hint  of  nervousness  that  rests  in  his  stomach –––  a  fluttery  feeling  that  makes  his  heart  skip  a  beat  again, and  then  once  more.

but  he  pays  it  little  mind.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐍.   /    Meta + anger !   /   @ofastereae​

part of the reason why kyojuro internalises his anger –––– MORE THAN ANY OTHER NEGATIVE EMOTION –––– is due to the correlation with his father. his father was an angry and defeated man – and there remains a deep fear in kyojuro that one day, he will become the same. partly, this is why he tries so hard to remain hopeful and cheerful! he tries so hard to fight the idea that he will become like his father – and he will always do everything in his power to walk along a different path.

ordona’s spring is beautiful no matter the time of day,   blessed as it is by purity and light.   but it’s most beautiful when melancholy twilight dims the skies and casts the waters in a golden hue   (   it’s just like that evening before everything changed   ).   epona lies on the sandy shores,   and beside her are the ones who love her most.

link has already wrested off his boots and tossed them aside to dip his bare feet in the cool,   healing water,   and he gestures mildly with his scarred and calloused hands while regaling his childhood friend with a silly story from the adventure fate had forced upon him   (   it’s the lighthearted things he likes to share with her.   their hearts have been heavied by too much already   ).

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   /   ​ ‘  am  i  dead?  ’ [ from mitsuri 💕]   /   @ofastereae​​

                            and  when  you  were  within  the  profession  of  demon  slaying, this  was  to  be  expected. however,  kyojuro  refused  to  harden  his  heart  to  such  a  reality  ––––  the  moment he  went  numb,  it  would  all  be  over.  his  humanity  would  be  drained from  him.  but  even  so,  it  was  so  difficult  to  embrace  his  feelings  sometimes  –––  especially  when  his  closest relations  would  inevitably become  injured,  or  worse.

over  twenty years,  he’d  seen  an  innumerable  amount  of  deaths; people  who  he  could  not  save.  he  told  himself  time  and  time  again,  that  she  would  not  be  one  of  them ––– and  yet.

and  yet.

as  she  wakes,  his  hands  hold  to  her  own  –––  he  doesn’t notice  the  way  he  trembles.

“–––no,”  a  straight,  honest answer,  “–––you  are  alive.”

he  holds  to  her  hand  tighter.

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