She knows he’s home because his boots are lying over the mat beside the door.
“Link?”
The cottage is quiet and dark and Malon hesitates in the doorway as an uneasy feeling creeps through her chest. Frowning, she shakes off her own boots and carefully places them on the mat next to his. She pauses a moment then straightens his too.
At the top of the stairs, she calls his name again and gets a grunt in return. She finds him still in bed and the scolding dies on her lips at the pained look in his watery blue eyes.
The story: Burnin' Up
I used a photo reference for the pose because I need more practice. 😅
I am pretty happy with it though. Trying some new things with lighting/shadow and giving it an overall more painterly look. And those little purple flowers on the chair rail on the wall...😆
For the painting, I was planning to draw a horse or something but when the time came to finish that area I got lazy and just made a vague flowery backdrop.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
On a rainy night, Zelda arrives at Riverside Stables after Link collapsed from illness during one of her expeditions.
(Excerpt below, read the whole thing on AO3!)
The lights of the stable finally came into view through the pouring rain as they rounded the final bend in the road. Zelda leaned forward over the mare’s broad neck, stroking the horse’s sweaty forehead. “Almost there, girl,” she whispered. “You’ve done so well.”
She twisted enough to see the cart that Epona was pulling, and their passenger covered in tent cloth to shield him from the downpour. “We’re almost there,” she repeated.
He didn’t move or answer. She thought she could hear his labored breathing over the sound of the rain, but that might just be her imagination.
“Almost there,” she said again, to herself, turning her eyes back to the road. Their brief expedition to examine some Zonai ruins in the woodlands had taken a disastrous turn when Link had fallen ill—though of course, he didn’t admit it until he was almost too weak to stand. At least she’d listened to his suggestion to travel with Epona and a cart instead of separate horses, in case of any artifacts or samples she wanted to retrieve for further study, so she at least had the means to carry him to safety.
@sweetspicybingo for hurt/comfort bingo! This square: Barely Conscious to "everything is going to be okay", card under the cut!)
