#tiimehasgone

Severe flipped his sword around in his right hand, the muscles still weakened from the broken knuckles he had suffered a couple days ago. With a grunt he swung at the dummy in front of him, the clash of other swords echoed in the courtyard below him. Since Sev couldn’t use the guardsman courtyard yet, he had “borrowed” one of the unused dummy’s from the storage and set it up on the far end of one of the walls of Kakariko. For the most part, no one came up here except for Rory. Sev huffed as he mock-dodged an imaginary sword swing. 

Rory.

Ever since that day when Sev had fallen asleep on his lap he had felt...exceptationally odd around the man. He had practically been delirious when Rory had come over that morning. Sick on lack of sleep and nightmares. And boredom. When Sev woke up, low and behold Rory had still been there. Snoozing a bit himself. Sev remembered he had muttered something about Rory taking up most of the bed. Even though the man was just laying on the very end, his feet still on the floor in a sitting position. Sev had then shifted away from him in an attempt to look aloof about the situation even though his cheeks had been busting red.

Sev had always been touchy, but this was different. Before, he had been touchy for one reason. To feel skin and touches that made him feel alive. This though...whenever he hugged Rory he felt as if it was a totally different reason. 

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Sev crossed his arms, letting out a silent sigh as he waited. His leg dipped down over the tree branch he was perched on, and his crimson gaze was set on the forest floor below him. Little bits of forest magic danced in the air, forming in little orbs of light. The Faron Woods was always teeming with magic. No matter what lifetime, Sev knew it was a powerful place. He was probably being an idiot for coming here. But he had to see him.

The world deemed him as evil. But he didn’t feel like it. He didn’t have plans to rule the world or kill the princess of Hyrule. He just wanted to do whatever he pleased. That was something that was always his goal. He hoped the forest spirits saw that and didn’t push him out of the forest. 

Sev wasn’t the least bit startled as a figure burst from the bushes below him, the unnatural green a stark contrast to the leaves of the forest. He took an intake of breath. Unfortunately the hero had his sword drawn and was...running? Or leading something...he wasn’t sure. He shifted himself as to be ready to jump down if need be. But for now...he was going to watch.

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Severe closed the inn door behind him, closing off Anju’s call for good luck. Everyone knew the guardsmen made some of the best money in the village, and Anju wasn’t the least bit surprised when he told her he was trying out for recruitment.  

“The way you carry that sword tells me you a real swordsman, Sev,” Anju had said, “I am just surprised you waited this long.” 

She was right. In any other situation, Sev would have lept at the opportunity to fight and kill. But this lifetime his focus had not been bloodshed...but Link. He clutched the strap for his sword at the thought of Link. A part of him was doing this for him...but what for? What was trying to talk to his father do? He wasn’t sure but he wanted to find out more about Link. More about how he could mend things with him.

Severe was so far in his thoughts, that he hadn’t noticed Rory as he had turned the corner. 

Severe flexed his hand, the pain springing up in it as he did so. He let out a hiss as a sharp twinge suddenly went through it. 

“Shit...” Sev muttered, grabbing the coffee cup off the vacant table with his good hand. He had decided to wait until his hand healed to try out for the guard, and had been feeling antsy since. He didn’t dislike his time in the inn, but after his conversation with Rory a few days ago he had been feeling like he had to move. 

It didn’t help that his hand was taking so long to heal. Or at least he felt that way. 

“Sev, you don’t have to do that work,” Anju said, coming up behind and grabbing the mug from him, “Relax, for the Goddesses sake. You need to rest your hand.” Sev shook his head.

Looking down at the hastily scribbled address on the napkin, Sev glanced up at the house before him. It was the right one alright. It was a lot bigger than Sev had imagined. These people were definitely well off. 

The whole house was very different from Link’s home. 

Walking up to the door, Sev knocked. His heart was beating uncontrollably and he felt nervousness well up in his stomach. 

Link’s parents. 

How would they act? What would they say? Would they notice that Sev looked oddly like their son? Or not notice like the rest of the town? 

He hoped they didn’t notice. 

Sev lifted his hand up to his head, double checking that his hate wasn’t there. He knew there was no way. He had torn it up himself to save Link months ago. A pang stabbed him in the chest. That had been so long ago. He had grown so much. He had worked so hard to make Link understand he wasn’t going to attack him.

Now he was back at square one. 

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‘ saved you? ‘the hatred of a thousand reincarnations had stained his soul. any chance, any hope, any possibility of cleansing had slowly been consumed with every death, every failure, every time good triumphed over EVIL.yet, in some sort of mockery of him, the cycle endured, pushing him forward to follow the same path each and every time life surged back into his veins like poison.conquer, kill, be killed.the number of times his corpse had been left impaled upon the blade of evil’s bane was one unrecorded, unable to be counted.

ganondorf could not even truly speak of when this had all began.the memories of so many lives bled together after a point.

‘ how exactly is that, boy? ‘the boy grown into a man had discovered that life had yet again brought a heartbeat to his chest, sought him out beneath the desert sun, and demanded things unheard of from his past incarnations.the first time he had come, nearly was he humored, for there was something hilarious about the one he desired DEAD the most coming to him.a lamb tied up and served upon a silver platter to a wolf.

he was always quick and nimble, however, and knew his escape routes.knew better than to linger close to large hands quicker than they appeared, to take flight when the anger in gold eyes reached a peak visible in his tense shoulders and tight jaw.ganondorf would lunge, bloodlust near suffocating, and link would vanish.

until days like these.

It had been a month since Link had kicked Severe out of his house, and he had taken permanent residence in the Kakariko Inn and Tavern. The young owner, Anju, had graciously let him stay. As long as he helped around the place. Sev had told her he was good with a sword, and she refused him and told him to keep such weapons in his room. Unfortunately for him, Sev obliged. 

He had been stuck doing kitchen work, gardening, and even gave some of the boys their food and drink when it was busy. It was something Sev hated doing. Especially when Rory and his friends would come in.

But Severe held his tongue. Link had barely spoken to him since that night. And Sev wasn’t about to ruin it even more by starting a fight with...with whoever this guy was. 

Every few days, Sev would drop a gift off outside of Link’s door for him. Something small. Some days it was pumpkin soup. One day it had been a blue scarf. Then another day, a little red toy boat. He grabbed things that he thought the hero would like. 

One day while he was looking through the marketplace he had found something that shook him. A wooden instrument that Sev recognized. 

An ocarina.

The shadow quickly bought it with his wages from the Inn and held it close. He had never thought he would ever see one outside of his home village past Faron Woods. 

Severe had found a secluded spot along the Kakariko outer wall, glancing around to make sure none of the guards were around and took a spot sitting on the edge of the railing. Placing the ocarina to his lips, Sev blew. A crystal clear note rang out against the afternoon sun and Sev closed his eyes. 

It sounded like home. His home. The one he had grown up in during this lifetime. His only fully human lifetime.

Slowly, he remembered the finger placements of the notes. And soon he was playing a song he knew by heart. A lullaby one could get lost in. It reminded him of fairies and imp tricksters. Stories his mother would tell him. Stories that she said were true, but Severe doubted the notion. 

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“Rory–”

“No! Dammit, let me–” Rory swayed, exhaling, stumbling on his feet some. He glanced up at Link, still crying, maybe he didn’t consciously realize. Maybe he didn’t give a shit. “Link. I, I need to… just,” He looked like he was going to faint. How much had he drank? Or no, maybe it was the emotional toll, too. What had happened on that expedition to the royal family?

“Rory. You really need to find a place to lay. Or sit.” Link walked over to Rory, and laid a hand on his shoulder, his other arm, to try and help steady him. For as stupid as Rory could be, part of Link couldn’t just, hate him like he knew he should’ve. Whatever anger he’d held to Rory had faded, probably years ago.

So, when Rory kissed him, pulling him closer, Link startled, shoulders shifting in surprise. He stood there for a second longer, before leaning into the kiss.

It felt like Sev’s world was crashing. 

The shadow had gone out after dark to find Link, wondering when he was going to be home for dinner. The hero had specifically told him not to cook anything while he wasn’t there and Sev was starving. Plus his day had been...not pleasant. He just wanted food but then Link had told him he would be back after a man had come to the door. He said it was a coworker and left. 

To be honest, Sev hadn’t noticed until Link had told him he was leaving. Sev was feeling...like his old self. He didn’t really care what Link did. 

Except for that.

Severe stood there, in the middle of the street as Rory had kissed the swordsman. The man’s obvious drunken stupor was hindering his movements, but the action had looked familiar enough. Familiar to Link too apparently. Because he had kissed the man back.