#scarfbond

stares at him

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Somewhat Prompted Ask - [ G H I R A H I M ] ;; @scarfbond .

each night after the sun had set, after the last candle had been blown out, the night sky sang to her, enticed her, did all it could to coax her out of the castle and into the open air. she did not listen, most nights -- knowing all too well the danger the outside world held, how foolish it would be for her to wander on her own. and yet on some nights, on this night, she complied. perhaps the stars were too convincing, or perhaps the castle felt too unwelcoming; around every dark corner lay another bad memory, every hallway too close, every room too claustrophobic, too suffocating. it had been her prison, and she could not yet shake that feeling of being trapped.

and so she sat, silent and still, in the fields just outside the city, her gaze fixed at the sky above. the markings in her skin glowed golden under the silver light of the moon, and she felt -- despite the inherent danger she had put herself in -- at peace. even the sound of footsteps did nothing to spark the anxiety it should have, and she did not so much as turn her head to see who was there.

“the fields are quite dangerous at night,” her voice was low, her eyes still fixed above. “you should return to the nearest town at once. i would hate to see you harmed.”

– @scarfbond.

         face  LIGHTS  up at the offer, his normal damp mood warming up within seconds. how could he possibly say no to her? his pallet is not so refined as others within the kingdom, those of high class  &  snobby tastes, but the warrior is one to always appreciate a meal. especially one cooked by someone close, even if it may not be the best he’s ever had, he doubts with all his mind that it’d be the worst.  ( & he’s eaten some…. unappetizing stuff. )

meme.  |  accepting!  |  @burstbombbitch

            ☪️ ------ Realization and contemplation upon previous critique ( and the acceptance of such, considering she'd oft turn companions green with her... "skills" ) concocted a young lady willing to contend with the battle of culinary arts.

Enlivened by his trust ( or, rather, she'd deem it so --- couldn't be wary of something you didn't know was to be feared! ), Xiuying claps rapidly at the tips of her fingers before scampering to the silver domed dish.

Upon its reveal, the meal appeared sound --- a roasted bird layered with spices that wafted a heated aroma through the air once unleashed, with diced cutlets of fingerling potatoes and sprinkled herbs. Closer inspection would see that the poultry was painted scarlet --- and emitted a sharp, tangy scent upon inhalation. Perhaps too sharp --- too spicy. ❝ Here, here! Give it a bite! I tried really hard this time --- normally, I burn everything, to be sure it's cooked, but this one's all nice and white inside! ❞

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

Well the whole callout culture and vague posting that’s been going around has really been annoying me lately. Maybe it’s because I’m in my late 20s and just feel like I’m too old for this type of drama, but whatever happened to resolving issues privately?

( if you'd like we can send you a link to see his scars just let us know!! )

She has SO MANY - Accepting

Urbosa pursed her lips, glancing between Link and the expanse of country between them and the next village. Of course she had medical training - most of her tribe had at least some - but that didn't mean she was terribly good at it. She could use salves appropriately, as well as some minor stitches, but she was woeful at setting a bone, as her left wrist, which never quite bent at the correct angle, would attest to.

Luckily, it looked like he'd only ripped open some skin on his shoulder. A salve to boost the healing process and ward off infection, some stitches, and probably tying him down to a tree to make sure he didn't try to fight until it healed, and he'd be right as rain.

"I'm going to have to take this off..." she wanted him ahead of time, shuffling off his overshirt so she could get a better look at the shoulder. He still wore a tunic, but judging by the edge of a scar across his left shoulder, she could only guess how extensive that damage was.

Were it the time, she'd have asked about them. Hylians were more shy about their scar stories than Gerudo, but surely something like that had a hell of a background to it. However, she set aside her curiosity to get to work on the wound.

[ LINGER ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

                                                         -- @scarfbond​

          Nicole knew eventually that if she spent enough time around Link, she’d pick up his habits. Ever since they had met in high school, she’s known him to be a fighter. One of their first interactions was him punching a dude who had been antagonizing her. Granted, she spent time sitting with him for weeks at lunch before then. They had a silent friendship, but one that was full of understanding nonetheless.

          This friendship continued into graduation and beyond, with Nicole now the subject of Link’s more chaotic endeavors. Nothing he does concerning her is ever malicious, just him having an idea and not using his impulse control. Such as trying to rope her into housing twenty live crabs. Or buying the whole lot of those inflatable tube men. Link himself is a chaotic being who Nicole wouldn’t change for the world.

          While she finds herself being the voice of reason who acts as Link’s impulse control, today she seems to have reversed the roles. It was a kneejerk reaction, but in hindsight, it was better that it was Nicole. It was better that she had been the one to punch that girl. It wouldn’t look good if Link did it. In fact, he probably wouldn’t have. He’s been a lot more proper about not getting into fights lately, but comments people made still got under his skin and she saw it.

           Nicole saw her friend hurting silently, and wanted to hurt them. It was someone who knew both of them from high school, and apprently peaked back then too if she feels the need to still go after two people who seldom ever spoke. It happened all rather quickly how Nicole had spun around and delivered a quick jab to the girl’s mouth. Nowhere near as strong as Link, but she watched him train enough to at least know how to throw a decent punch.

           By all accounts she definitely caused a bit of a bloody lip, but nothing was broken, and she’d think twice before saying something to the ‘crazy bitch’, that Nicole is.

           Usually, she’s pulling Link away from confrontations, linking her arm around his and walking, forcing him to walk with her. With it now being Link’s turn to pull her away, he opted to simply loop his arm around her waist and lift her before walking away.

           Once an adequate distance from everything, Link put her back down. Still seething with a deep suppressed rage she didn’t know she had, Nicole hadn’t even noticed her fists were still balled up, she was trembling just barely enough for him to notice. Staring down at her, his own hands on his waist as he observed his angry friend, with a small tilt of his head. After a while, he reached down to take one of her fists in his hand and bring it up to his lips where he could place a small kiss on her knuckles. He lingered just long enough to get her to focus on him, and relax her hand from the tension she had been carrying, from the anger she held in them. 

           Its funny, how he had his own way of calming her down. Usually she leaned on him until he leaned on her back, because she knew Link wouldn’t move her off of him and he’d have to relax for the risk of making her uncomfortable. He decided to show affection to completely take her attention.

           After he released her hand, Nicole simply exhaled a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding in. Leaning forward, she simply rests face first on his chest and just stands there. The tension in her body was gone, but now she was just tired. Anger was so tiring. How did Link do it all those days? How did he still fight, even professionally now, but not be tired as hell after just two minutes of it? She didn’t know, but she did understand that he’s way stronger than he gives himself credit for.