#triloved

Would he ever learn? The young boy thought not really as he had always been a reckless creature, brazen as he ran into danger only to stumble back out worse for wear yet, somehow, ever victorious. Were the costs of those victories worth it? The scrapes, cuts, and on occasion broken bones? Really, the young Hylian never much cared about those and considered them merely a part and parcel of what he chose to do, but the worry that crossed Mipha’s face in moments he had gone too far? That, if nothing else, left a sickly feeling in his stomach.

Though much rather that than the chastising he now faced as she soothed his hurts, chasing away wounds with words which are in equal measure soft assurance and deadly chides. She had a sharp tongue on her own way, a double edged sword which amused the boy to no end as he sighed softly into damp air of the domain.

I’m your only Hylian, he almost thinks to say because the others here didn’t count being so much older, each of them here for diplomatic this and that or because it was their duty to protect. Link… Link simply was– oh, he was many things! None of which so were crass enough to spew such words, and so he merely shuffled suitably abashed gently withdrawing his arm once her work was done. Seamless as ever. Mipha really was something.

“It… looked fun?” And really, hurling himself off a waterfall with the rest of the brigade? Fun as hell. The way his arm had caught something hard and painful at the bottom? Well… less so.

Would he do it again? Without a doubt.

      he’d done it again. rushed head first into the onslaught of enemies that encased the fields of battle, without a single other knight or warrior at his side to lend a hand in case anything went AWRY, by some unfortunate turn of events. it’s a dangerous mix of overconfidence & overzealous ambition to remain in his self inflicted curse of image & title that poisons his judgement, & subsequently ruins any idea of  TEAMWORK.  it’s not as though he believes his allies to be moronic on the field, or unable to share the brunt of battle along with him.

      while cocky of his strength & abilities, the supposed  HERO  is aware of his own flaws -- those of which he suspects, one day, will lead to his downfall. perhaps this is why, even as midna  CRITICIZES  &  YELLS  at him that he, almost uncharacteristically, listens to halfheartedly.  he sustained injuries that, to him, are easily remedied & wrapped, causing him few troubles, but to others... seem to be a WORRY.  ( or the frequency of his stupidity shining through. ) 

brooooOOOO IM SO EXCITED TO SEE U BACK… AA…. HYRULE WARRIORS RIGHTS..

     THE WORDS ARE TERRIBLY FAMILIAR, despite link never hearing them before — and so too, were the circumstances they were under. something haunts him as they stand in front of the repaired mirror, a ghost of a memory that wasn’t his, tears biting at his eyes as she stands in the mirror’s light.

“you’ve always been beautiful.” the words leave him in a breathless exhale, a piece of his soul breathing a sigh of relief — ALL HEROES HAVE REGRETS, DEAR BOY, his father would tell him, as he flipped through stories upon stories of the heroes that came before, to be a hero is not the easiest path, but it’s a good path to have.a thousand heroes live in him — a thousand lives lived, a thousand regets dying on their lips. but in this moment, the melancholy of twilight will at the very least absolved one.

“you’re beautiful.”  the wild boy’s eyes fill with tears, coming faster than he could scrub them away. “sorry, midna…. i promised myself i would see you off with a smile, but i’m…. i’m gonna miss you.” 

the hero of twilight promised himself to see midna off with a smile, unaware that it was the last time he’d see her in his lifetime. maybe his sorrow is both his and twilight’s, or maybe it’s his entirely. and maybe still, the memory of midna breaking the mirror is something he shouldn’t have.