lunaris deus

canon divergent, heavy lore-based FIERCE DEITY from the legend of zelda: majora's mask --- affiliated + indie muses, selective, mutuals and 18+ only Curated by Red ( 32 - ftm - ace/aro ) --- Artwork commisioned from @vorpaelyzis

[lunarisdeus]

On permanent (?) hiatus. I won't be deleting this blog but I will be moving to a ooc/personal blog.

canon divergent, heavy lore-based FIERCE DEITY from the legend of zelda: majora's mask

affiliated muses + indie muses, selective, mutuals and 18+ only

I'm Red (aka percy/perseus). I'm 32. ftm. he/him.

[osovereign]

out. hello this is kind of embarrassing to say, but this past week has been the worst of my fucking life. i've gotten robbed fired and in a car accident all within less than two weeks and i'm literally suffering so bad. i was already running on thin ice at my current place of employment, but everything kind of took a turn when i pulled a no call, no-show on friday because i was in a car accident and my phone had died and i was at the hospital and i had head pain, and they wanted to make sure that i did not have a concussion. i gave my job the documentation of these events, and then today i had a lady come to my job first and get me because she thought i was somebody else. mind you, i was in the hospital and i did not come to work on this past friday, but she was adamant that i was her server and that i charged her card $200 when, again, i was in the hospital. i was not at work. my manager on duty wasn't trying to fucking help me, so i yelled at her in front of everybody to get the fuck out and learn who the fuck she was talking to amongst other things because that was unacceptable my boss told me he would be doing an investigation, which i didn't understand because i physically was not at work. there's nothing to investigate. there is no way i could've charged this lady's card if i'm not at work. so we got into it about multiple things while i was still at work, and after i left, a couple hours later over the phone so she pretty much terminated me, which it's fine, but that was my primary source of income so i'm kind of screwed.

then i got robbed at gunpoint last week, and while i am physically OK, i had like all of my cash tips from the past week in my wallet, so i lost almost $400 of bill money that i can't get back because even though i filed a police report, like, the cops told me there's no way to get my money back as there's no way to track cash. my only priority at this point is just keeping my phone on because my phone is how i connect to a wifi hotspot to do stuff for university / tumblr. i know i haven't been the most active because i have a very demanding work and school schedule, but one less job means i'll have more time to write hopefully with you all. literally anything helps, even just reblogging this. i feel very bad putting all of this out there, but i'm literally at my wits end of bad event after bad event after bad event. i also apologize to the grammar for this. i'm doing voice-to-text because it's just easier for me right now. i'm thankful that i live at home and my landlord is my mother so i don't have rent to worry about, but pretty much all my other expenses and my day-to-day life do follow me besides rent. i know for that, i am a lot more privileged than other people and while i do have some savings, it's going to pretty much be used to getting me from the doctor and physical therapy appointments because i've already started legal action against the person that hit me and a hit and run, mind you.

edit: blurring license plate

[lunarisdeus]

So. Where have I been? Mostly in hell (joking).

I've found tumblr just way too intimidating to continue to use, too many threads all at once. Never being done with wips and all that sort.

Also been stuggling with physical and mental health, I have admittedly just ceased as much contact with others as I possibly could. Do I like it? Yeah, unfortunately I like being alone an absolutely ridiculous amount. Is it healthy? Not sure, many people would say its not.

I'm not many people, though.

Do I see myself returning to tumblr for most rp? No. I've been too stressed, I have things I need and want to do, and tumblr being a high priority for writing just doesn't fit in anymore. If I were to return to write here, it would be with specific partners that have taken time with me on discord to also write/plan there in private servers.

I realize that drops a lot of people and I'm incredibly sorry. I'm literally at my max on discord right now too. But know that everyone I've written with (and even not) across my time on tumblr— you all have been amazing. You guys are awesome, you guys are stunning, idk why you put up with me lmao. I love your characters, headcanons, you (platonically) but for my mental health this is just how it has to be.

I'll still be logged in, not deleting the blog or cleaning it out. It'll just be an old archive.

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[mrsmusica]

You Make Sure I Always See The Daylight

A Legend of Zelda AU gift fic for @lunarisdeus

(Lunaris Deus, I hope you enjoy this fic! I tried very hard to write a Fierce Deity that is like yours. It's not meant to be canon to your RP experiences or anything but I tried my hardest to make the characters like something that would fit into your personal AU. From one FD enjoyer to another, it was a pleasure and an honour to write him for you.)

This is but a fragment of what the Fierce Deity can be, a moment in time amongst many. For a being older than the stars and born of the void, there are many possibilities to be seen.

Link was conflicted. 

For as long as he'd been the Hero of Time, he had known that it was his duty, his calling, to help people. He had used whatever he could to do that, any item or magical ability he could obtain. The Master Sword, the spells from the Great Fairies, the masks. The ocarina. He used them and he learned to fight and he had saved everyone twice before he was even twelve years old, then he wandered into the wilds of Hyrule to save people some more. 

He turned the Fierce Deity mask over and over in his long fingers.

He was older now, more than twice as old as he was back then.  He had used the mask as a child and had enjoyed the power and abilities it gave him.  But as he got older, more wary, something about it had given him pause.  It made him uncomfortable with the vague whispers and feelings he sensed while wearing it and so he had packed it away, put it somewhere safe, decided to fight on his own and be the hero he should be. 

The voice had whispered to him regardless.

Now he held the mask again, cradled it in his long fingers much the way he had with the ocarina of time. It whispered, sang, murmured of the battles they could fight and the foes they would defeat together. He closed his eyes, clenched the wood tightly in his hands and tried not to remember the feeling of being tall and strong and powerful. Of commanding the power of the Goddesses.  Of enemies fleeing before him at a mere glance. 

He couldn't stop himself from those thoughts. 

He didn't want to. 

Link stood suddenly, kicking at the chest he had dug up, and shoved the mask into his bag without a second thought. He was no longer a child. He could handle the power, the vague sense of ancient hunger that lingered around the mask.  In some ways, the hunger matched his own.  He would use it and help people and it would be fine. Because he was the Hero and that's what heroes did. 

**********

The whispers were louder with every use of the mask. Before, they had never sounded much like words but rather the gentle susurrus of voices in the wind or the sound that speaks your name the moment before you fall asleep.  Now, he could hear words, a bit of praise for a well done strike or a disappointed mutter when he failed to get a killing blow. Before he had used the power all on his own but he could swear it was trying to guide him now, to help him become better than he was.

He listened to it. 

And those moments when he was a god, when he held the Goddesses' power in his hands, were when he felt the most alive. He could protect Hyrule like this. He could be the hero he had been with Ganondorf, though no one alive but him remembered that it ever happened.  He could be strong and powerful. He didn't need the Master Sword anymore!

Zelda was worried about him but he didn't think much of her opinions these days anyway. She had sent him back in time, to him losing Navi and falling into Termina and the only one who actually got their childhood back was her. He tried to tell her about the mask many years ago and she didn't listen.  Maybe she thought it was a toy, a bit of imagination. Maybe she didn't understand the concept of a devouring hunger in an ancient power that he pulled over himself like a shield against the world. Maybe he hadn't understood it either but they were children. How could they? And now, now that he was using it again and people were talking? Now she was interested. Now she wanted to know.

"Zelda, why do you care what I use to defend the Kingdom?"  It had been months since he dug it back up, since he began using it again. Only now did the princess summon him to the castle, a call he had been trying to avoid but could no longer do so.

"I've seen reports, Link. About some terrifying, white-eyed man decimating moblins and camps of bandits."

"Well gee Zelda, that doesn't sound at all like me. Why do you assume it's me?" 

"You told me about the mask, when we were kids." 

Ah, so she had been paying attention after all. Link was stoney-faced as he stared at the woman. She waited, hoping he would have more to add but when the silence stretched on into the realm of the uncomfortable, Zelda continued, her lips pursed in agitation. 

"Why are you using something so dangerous?" 

"It's not dangerous."

"Link, it's an unknown item that apparently has the power of some dark god inside it." 

"It's the power of the Goddesses." 

"And who told you that? How can you know?"  The man was mute once again and Zelda pinched the bridge of her nose.  "May I see it?" 

He wanted to say no. He didn't want the mask out of his possession for one moment but he knew she would grow more suspicious if he clung to it too tightly, was too jealous.  So he handed it to her, as casually as he could, and watched with careful eyes as she turned it over in her hands.

"There is so much power in this, Link.  It feels…"

"I am not ignorant of the power in things, Princess."  His voice was cooly formal, indifferent and yet annoyed that she thought he went into this unknowing.  Of course he knew.  He was the Hero of Time, wasn't he?  "I choose to use it.  I control it."

Didn't he?

"I'm not sure it's a good idea, that's all.  What if it takes over? What if you lose control of it?"

"Then you'll just have to kill me, won't you?"  He said it so casually, laughter in his voice; the most ridiculous idea to ever be thought, wasn't it? Of course he wouldn't lose control.  Of course she wouldn't have to kill him.  None of those things would ever happen.

With nervous laughter, Zelda handed the mask back to the blond-haired man and he casually, specifically with no hurry at all, put it back in his bags with everything else he had collected over the years.  He carried all his things upon him, as he didn't have much and never needed a lot to begin with.  It was enough and the mask made it easier.  For a moment, he just stood, waiting for her to dismiss him but the princess said nothing, staring at him with wide, watery eyes.

"Link…what happened?  Why is it like this between us?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"When we were children, you would come to me.  I gave you…I gave you the ocarina to help you along your way but when you returned later you were different.  What happened?  You could have stayed here, in Castle Town.  Or wherever. You could have stayed but you kept leaving.  Why?"

He couldn't think of a way to answer without baring his heart, his entire existence before her.  He had worked so hard to save her from Ganondorf. He had done every temple and killed every boss and had fought atop the tallest tower to free her from her crystal prison.  Of course, she hadn't been trapped the entire time, had she? She had been Sheik, enigmatic and helpful, the mysterious man that had given him all those songs and guided Link on the right path.  Even that had been a lie though.  Sheik had been Zelda and then he had saved her and she…

She threw him away.

Sent him back to a childhood he no longer fit into.  Pushed him away from the victory he had fought so hard to obtain.  Forced to deal with her younger self and try to save them all from Ganondorf anyway.

That's what had happened to them.  She had cast him off and wondered why he couldn't stand to be around her once his duty to the kingdom was done.  He knew that this girl, this woman, was not the one who had done that but he couldn't forget it.

"Nothing, Zelda. We grew up.  That's all."  And he turned to go, not waiting for her to dismiss him, not wanting to see the look on her face.  He turned and he walked away and no one stopped him as he left the castle, maybe for the last time or maybe not.  He didn't know.  He wasn't sure he would come back if she summoned him again.

That night, around a lonely fire in a quiet forest, he sighed, reconsidering what happened.  He had been so melancholy recently;  certainly he didn't want to alienate the princess.  Maybe he was just lonely; he had never had a chance to form any real connections in Hyrule after he came back from Termina. It had just felt awkward.  Why make friends and find a place to settle down if you're just going to get dragged away from it all over and over again?  Maybe he should have stayed in Termina instead.  Maybe he should have trusted that the three days would be over and he could have become friends with any of the people he had helped.  Maybe he should go back to Zelda and–

"My, you certainly are in a mood tonight."

Link jumped to his feet, startled by the voice.  He could see nothing, had heard no one walk up.  He had excellent hearing and was always ready when something came crunching through the dead leaves or the whispering grass.  He could always hear something and there was nothing. No one. Just a voice.  A voice that laughed suddenly, deep and powerful and somehow musical at the same time.

Goddesses, but he hadn't played music in such a long time.

But there was no one here! No one at all.  His reflexes and instincts were not that bad to completely miss something in the empty clearing and the voice had been so close. It sounded like it had been coming from…his bag.  Tentatively, he stepped towards it, reached out a hand slowly. Nothing spoke, nothing moved.  He reached down and flipped the bag open.  The mask stared at him from the depths, somehow in stark contrast despite the shadows.  The empty eyes gazed at him and he looked back.   It was still just a mask.  It didn't move, didn't speak. Just a mask.

"Certainly, you know that is not true."

Link jerked his gaze up.  Just beyond his firelight stood something, someone, a figure that was both brilliant and shadows all at the same time.  Was it solid?  Was it a ghost?  It was tall, taller than he, but Link could make out no detail.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? I'm armed!"

"Of course you are.  Though I believe you consider me part of that."  The figure stepped forward and Link took a single, shocked step back.  It was the face on the mask, given form, though perhaps not as solid as it could be.   White haired, white eyes, blue and red marks on his face.  The silver armor shone in the firelight, reflecting back into Link's eyes and he squinted.  It was his hat, his tunic, his face on the Deity and his mind tumbled into confused thoughts.  He had never seen the Fierce Deity face to face, had only ever been the god while fighting.  The size and power that was presented was awe inspiring and Link had a moment of bitter jealousy;  would that he could be like that, instead of just the Hero of Time.  Forgotten, unwanted, no longer needed now that the Kingdom was safe.

"How?"  Words failed Link momentarily as he stared up into the deity's eyes.  "How are you…"

"I can make myself known, when I wish."

"Bullshit."

"Such language for a Hero of Hyrule."

"If you could show yourself, why didn't you do it before!?"

"Ah, well, perhaps that is more complicated.  When you first obtained the mask, you were merely a child.  Perhaps it wasn't the right time.  And then you stowed me away so I continued to sit quietly in my prison until someone picked me up.  Turns out it was you once again.  You're quite a bit older than the last time."

The whispers, the feelings from wearing the mask. They all started to come together in Link's mind as he stared mutely at the tall man in front of him.  Slowly he reached down and pulled out the mask, looking between it and the deity.  The god grew more solid looking by the minute.  "Why are you here now?"

"It seemed like you could use the company."

"Company is the last thing I want or need."

"Ah, now, I don't believe that for a minute."

"What do you know? You're just a mask!"

The Fierce Deity laughed long and loud and Link's skin twitched with the sound, the power that rolled off the being in front of him.  He knew why the deity laughed.  He knew very well that the mask was more than just a mask, much more than any of the others he had gotten in Termina. Only Majora's mask had felt even remotely similar.  This was an ancient power, part Goddess divine and part something else.  He was honestly surprised Zelda hadn't been more worried about it when she held it in her hands.

"Ah, yes. Well, the Princess didn't have to know what I didn't want her to know."

"Will you stop that!?"

"Perhaps if you didn't think quite so loud, I wouldn't hear it so well."

With an annoyed sigh, Link dropped down onto the ground again, still holding the mask in his hands.  It shouldn't surprise him that the being he had worn so blithely could hear his every thought but it felt like an invasion of his privacy in a way that also felt very hypocritical.  After all, wasn't he the one invading the deity's privacy?  But he had never really thought of it as its own person before, had he?  Just a power that he could hold and use.  "Okay, so."

"Hmm?"  The Deity was laughing at him with his eyes, a startling occurrence.  Link had never considered what was in the blank whiteness before. Blank was exactly what they weren't.

"So, what are you? What should I call you?  Are…are you trapped? Should I get you out?"

"While admirable, you are completely unable to free me and nor should you try.  You may call me whatever you wish.  And you know what I am."

"Not particularly, no! Just…a god. A power."

"That's close enough to the truth for the rest not to matter."

"Okay, well.  Are you going to just hang around me like this forever now?  How solid are you?  Is it going to be weird when I have to wear the mask?"

"You worry too much, Link.  Nothing has changed except I have shown myself to you now."

"Great, well."  Suddenly Link was exhausted and he shoved the mask back into his bag, frowning into the fire.  "Right, I'm going to bed then."

"No more questions? No more indignant muttering?"

"Well I'm not getting rid of the mask so I guess there will be plenty of time for that later."  And with that, the Hero of Time turned over, facing away from the apparition, and closed his eyes, ears twitching with the night sounds around him.  He didn't know what happened to the Deity, never turned to check, but he supposed the god must have faded into invisibility once again and when his eyes finally closed, he knew nothing more until morning. 

**********

They became regular occurrences, the visits from the Fierce Deity. Sometimes around the fire, sometimes riding through a forest from one distant place to another. And still Link used the mask, killed bandits and monsters alike, doling out justice like it was his job. Maybe it was. He was the Hero after all.  The Deity no longer whispered to him but engaged in casual conversation mixed in with anecdotes of battles long past. It was fascinating…and useful.  He began to think of using the mask less as an item and more as a partnership. 

Link also began to look forward to his talks with Fierce, as he started to call him.  He still wasn't sure what to make of the god but at least he was companionship.  It was always a little unsettling being stared at by those eyes but sometimes he forgot as the two chatted around the fire at night.  He talked about his life, the heroing he had done as a child, the lack of belonging anywhere. Fierce spoke briefly of his role under the Goddesses, of being an instrument of divine justice for the universe. It was hard to tell but Link thought that perhaps the god was not entirely happy with the role he had been given. He understood that though; destiny had not been kind to the ten year old he had been back then. It felt like they had something in common and the hero felt a deeper companionship. Friendship almost. 

"What was it between you and Majora, anyway?" Link poked at the embers of the fire as he and Fierce sat together. The god seemed very solid at times like this. 

"Why does it matter?" 

"It doesn't. I was just a kid when it happened and was curious."

"I would not be able to explain in a way that makes sense to mortals. Perhaps it's best to say that the Goddesses wish him gone and it was my job to take care of that."

"Well, I guess we did manage to do that, right?" 

"To part of him, yes." 

Link stared into the flames, considering the words and what they might mean.  Fierce always did say incomprehensible things like that. He didn't doubt the god anymore but he also knew there were things that were never going to be explained. 

Days later, Link was walking to a town and thinking about the things Fierce almost, but not quite, told him. Someday he'd ask him for real what was going on, try to understand exactly what he was putting on his face to fight evil with.  Someday he wouldn't be afraid of the answers. Or be afraid of what the mask might be doing to him.  Someday… 

It was his own fault, he supposed. His fault that he wasn't paying attention, that his bag was on Epona's saddle, that he had stopped carrying his regular sword within easy reach. He didn't hear anyone approaching him or see them before it was too late to stop someone from grabbing him.

An immediate scuffle. Thrashing out at anyone he could reach, Link grabbed at an arm and swung the body it was attached to around as hard as he could. Gasps and shouts sounded loud in his ears and something hard slammed into his head. He staggered forward, lights flashing in front of his eyes as something cold and sharp punctured his side. He stumbled and hands reached for him again as he resisted the urge to curl around the bleeding wound.

Yes, he was injured and surrounded but it would take more than that to bring him down. 

With a wild yell, Link yanked out the dagger embedded in his side and slashed it at a masked man in front of him. Though his vision swam, he could make out dark clothes and hidden faces. They weren't monsters then and they didn't want him knowing who they were.  Perhaps a planned assault on him specifically.  He fought with the rage of an injured animal, spinning to attack another masked opponent. Another kicked him in the back of the knees and he bit back a cry of pain. A fist connected with his cheek and he dodged backwards to lessen the blow but the attacks were coming too close, too fast to avoid everything.  If he could just get to his things… Something large and solid slammed into his head from behind, a tree branch perhaps, and he fell forward, coughing out blood. Someone grabbed his hair and yanked him backwards and up, holding a blade to his neck as another person kicked his stolen dagger out of his hand. 

"If you know what's good for you, you'll stop struggling."

"Never have, really."  Twisting suddenly, Link slammed his head into his masked opponent.  He took a shallow slash to the back of his neck and quite a few strands of his hair were ripped out but it was good enough to duck out of the hands of the man holding him.  It didn't, unfortunately, keep him from being kicked in the wounded side from another attacker and he staggered again.  Outnumbered and surprised, this wasn't good news for him.  Where was his bag? Where was Epona?  The ringing in his ears from repeated hits to the head made it hard to hear and his vision was blurry as another set of hands grabbed hold of him, then spun him and threw him hard into a tree.

Rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand, Link stared outwards at the bandits or whatever they were attacking him.  How many were there?  He was having trouble focusing.  An arrow flew at him from a direction he couldn't place and embedded in his left shoulder; the strangled gurgle that escaped his lips was impossible to hold back.  He put his hand up to the shaft, blue eyes narrowed at his opponents.  Someone had Epona's reins and he could hear her neighing in panic.  They weren't going to hurt Epona, were they? Like hell he'd let them do that!  Yanking the arrow out of his shoulder with a cry of pain, he rushed towards the nearest masked opponent before they realised what he was doing.  He managed to slash it across their face, ripping a large rent into the fabric of the cloth mask and drawing blood on the man's skin, before taking a dagger in the back of his right shoulder from one of the others.  Then another thick tree branch slammed into him from the other side. Bleeding from several places now, he finally fell to his knees and did not get back up. If only had had his sword. If only he had the mask. 

If only… 

Someone stomped on his hand and he could hear something snap inside his skin as he screamed. His ears twitched as voices spoke above his head, someone yelling that they were not to kill, not to hurt him badly. Derisive laughter above his head mocked the first voice as a boot slammed into his head and he crashed into the ground, darkness engulfing him at last. 

**********

When Link came to, he was in a ruined shack somewhere.  The sounds of murmurs and the crackle of a fire told him where his attackers were but his face was pressed into the dirt and his arms were tied behind his back so he had no real way of confirming aside from the tiny patch of earth he could see.  His legs too were bound and he contemplated how much more thorough these bandits were compared to the Gerudo who captured him all those years ago.

He was not in good shape and he knew it.  His attackers hadn't really tried to heal him and even in this strange position he was in, he could tell he was woozy from blood loss.  His head ached and his left fingers were strangely numb.  Was there a fairy nearby that he could get to for healing?  He didn't know. He wasn't sure he'd make it that far.  Where was Epona? And his stuff?  He shuffled a little then groaned in pain. At least one of those hits did something not very nice to his ribs and it hurt to breathe in too much.  With a sigh that pushed a small cloud of dust into his face, he slumped and closed his eyes, wondering what their plans for him were.

"You're not looking too good."

Link's eyes opened and he saw Fierce's boots in front of him.  "I'm not good, thanks for asking."

The god's hands reached down and, feeling more solid than they had any right to do, gently moved Link onto his side.  He winced again as several of his injuries protested the move but it did at least feel better not laying on his nose.  "You need medical help."

"Yeah." Link laughed a little, then coughed painfully.  "Yeah, probably. Doubt they're going to get me a fairy or anything though.  I think they want me alive but not healthy enough to escape."

"Hmmm."

One of the men, no longer wearing a mask, walked by the door and stopped in front of it, peering in. Link closed his eyes quickly but no one called the alarm at the sight of the white-haired, over seven-foot tall god that was in the small building with him.  When he opened his eyes again, Fierce was sitting next to him and the man was gone.  "That was weird."

"Not many can see me.  Unless someone is wearing the Mask."

"I don't suppose you can knock them out or anything either, huh?"

"It would be difficult."

"Ah well, worth a shot."  The pair fell silent again and Link glanced out the door.  He thought he could see his bag out by the fire, next to one of his kidnappers.  If he strained his ears, he was sure he could hear Epona making annoyed noises so at least she was all right.  He wasn't even sure what they wanted from him.  For a moment, he just let himself slump wearily on the ground. There were dark reddish-brown patches where he had been laying just a moment before and he had a sinking suspicion it was his blood.  Had he been hurt too much?  Would the bandits know if he was bleeding out slowly?  His eyes drifted shut while he concentrated on breathing without pain for a few moments; it was not successful.

"Link."

"Mmmm?"

"You need help."

"Yeah."

"I'll be back to help you. Just be patient."

He muttered something that might have been yes but didn't open his eyes again.  As he lay on the ground, he could hear the men outside talking amongst themselves, complaining about the fight and arguing over what percentage of the fee they all deserved.  It almost felt like a dream as one of the men began arguing adamantly.

"Well, I think we deserve more than what we were promised after that fight!  He slashed my face up real good with that arrow! How'd he pull that out of his shoulder anyway!?  What the hell is he made of?"

"I dunno, but I'm not touchin' him until we absolutely have to."

A third voice laughed.  "If you'd brought more people like they suggested, it wouldn't have been that hard."

The second voice sounded petulant in response.  "It's one man!  Six should have been enough! The more we bring, the lower our share each!  Maybe he has something we could take.  Rupees or something."  There were sounds of rustling material and Link could imagine one of them pulling his bag over and opening it.  A sluggish part of his brain wondered if that was a good idea.  He had things in there he didn't want people to find.  Important things.  Powerful things.

"Hey, we're not supposed to be manhandling his things."  The third voice sounded worried.  "Did you guys not listen at all to what they said?"

"Pfffft, what they don't know won't hurt them."  There were more sounds; the faint rustling of the bag being moved, the clink of items being knocked into each other.  "Wow, this thing is bigger than it looks.  Hmm, some weird hook thing, a strange glass item.  Man, this weirdo really likes his masks though.  There's several."

"Look, just put the stuff down and leave it be, man."

"No way!  Hey, look at this mask! It's like some creepy guy with marks on his face!"

Link's eyes snapped open and he immediately regretted it.  His vision swam and he had to push down the immediate urge to throw up.  The mask.  They had found the mask.  They couldn't…

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Calm down, it's just a mask.  It's not even scary looking.  Look!  I'm a scary hero-man and I'm going to–AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG!"

Link tried his hardest to push himself up, to fight the waves of dizziness and nausea that ate at him.  They had gotten the mask.  They were going to– No, he couldn't let them get that!  It was dangerous! No one else could be allowed to wear it!

It was too late.  Link managed to push himself to his knees, swaying ominously as he did so.  The sounds outside his ruined prison were not good.  He caught flashes of something white and deadly going by the empty doorway, heard screams of agony, the hum of a large sword as it swung through the air quite near the building he was in.  There was a loud thud and the building shook dangerously.  It wasn't long before silence settled around him again, the only sound that of the fire crackling merrily outside.

He swayed slightly, realising there was still a sluggish trickle of blood leaking from his side.  Groaning, he started to tip forward again when a strong pair of hands grabbed him. He hadn't even noticed anyone come inside.

"We need to find you some assistance.  I would give you the Mask to put on again but I think it will be more useful for me to carry you."

Link looked up into the white eyes of Fierce, his vision going in and out as he did.  He…felt very solid. More solid than he had before.  If he squint, could he see the mask?  No, it looked like the god except…  "Why are you so…"  The words slurred in his mouth and he leaned forward into Fierce, eyes closing.

"The man put the Mask on.  Not very smart, honestly.  No one will mourn his loss."

"Whadda ya–"

"Shush, I will find the nearest fairy fountain and you will be fine."  The strong arms of the god scooped up the battered hero easily and carried him outside.  Link considered the notion of him being fine and found it was probably true.  For now anyway.  He murmured something and leaned up against the armor, not even carrying that the metal was not in any way comfortable.  It was at least vaguely cool and it felt good against his aching head.

"Sorry…couldn't fight better."

"You did well.  With me to help you, you will do even better."

"Thanks."  With a sigh, the Hero of Time closed his eyes and let the strange being carry him away into the night.  He'd have to ask about the solidity thing later but for now…for now he would rest and let himself be tended to.  As the two moved through the forest, he slept knowing, at least this time, he would wake up to see another day.

The god moved easily in this new vessel, holding the one he had shared a fragment of himself with. Link would perhaps not agree with his methods of gaining a body but it mattered little. He was able to save the man who already meant so much to him.  No one would hurt the Hero of Time while he was here to keep an eye on him. 

After all, he was the Fierce Deity. And should anyone cross him, they would find out exactly what that meant.

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   To be honest, he always knew he was a little bit different. He does not fit into the standard roll that the Yiga expect, his hair isn’t black and he vehemently used to dye it that color. Though he does wear the standard footsoldier uniform, he does believe red is a rather hideous color on him. At least the shade of red they expect him to wear. Then, to top it off, the harp and the books. Sheik truly does enjoy reading, in learning new things and especially reading composition pieces for the harp. There were even a few, after reading and studying those, that he took to himself to write his own. In his opinion, they never come out good enough, but no normal Yiga composes music in their spare time.

   Which was what he was doing now when he heard the annoying knock at his door. Sheik didn’t even move his gaze from the paper he was dragging the brush across, the white eye mask laying on the corner of his desk and just the thin cloth mask around the lower half of his face firmly tugged into place. His red gaze tracked the movement of the brush, the sound of the song he was composing playing in his head, and the door finally slid open. They hadn’t waited for a response, they never got one anyway. He doesn’t like to be disturbed, they usually leave him alone anyway. 

   Futile efforts to search for the Hero when they haven’t heard a whisper of him in what was probably, at this point, close to a century. Not that Kohga was a man who ever gave up hope, Sheik had just gotten back from Hebra searching for him, he didn’t intend on leaving again so soon. It was fucking cold up there. “What do you want?” The brush does pause but just long enough to dip into his ink. 

   “Rikon wants to see you.” The footsoldier communicated, and Sheik could hear the roll in his eyes without seeing it. Not that any of them see anything with those porcelain masks on. “Wasting time again, where do you even get all those books?” 

   Well, when he isn’t wasting his time searching for a man from fabled legends who is probably dead, he likes to shop. The newest books he got were actually from the Rito, a specific one named Kass, not that he was going to waste his breath talking to them about it. They wouldn’t care anyway. Though he loathed to be taken from his newest pieces, Blademasters were not patient people by nature and he doesn’t wish to be thrown through another training session to entertain them. It isn’t that Sheik can’t wipe the floor with them, it’s that he doesn’t feel like it today. He has enough that he wants to do that he’d like to return to his room after whatever this was. So he set his brush down and slipped from the chair, grabbing his harp off of the corner and tucking it into the holder behind his back. 

   Though he grabs the eye mask, he attaches it to his waist instead of dawning it and steps out of the room with the footsoldier. He spares them a glance and then quickly turns away, heading into the main area where the others were. A few of them were training, others standing around talking, and the remaining staggers he saw were stuffing their faces with bananas. Of course they were. Sheik, thankfully, spots Rikon easily enough. He was standing near the entrance of the room with what looked like someone built enough to be another Bladesmaster. Sheik ran his gaze along them quickly before snapping his eyes off to the side. 

   “Rikon.” 

   “Sheik.” 

   They stare at each other, the silence stretching, and Sheik finally gives a sigh. “You wanted me?” He coaxes, motioning with his hand in a hurry up already impatient wave. “I was doing something.” 

   “Reading again?” Does it matter what he was doing? “Well, doesn’t matter, I’m putting you in charge of this.” This was motioned toward the man beside him and Sheik spared him a glance before turning back away. “Find him a room. Feed him. He’ll be assessed this week.” Another blink, his eyes widening slightly and he darts his gaze back toward the man before to Rikon again.

   Finally registering things he responded; “Why?” Why me, mostly, but why in general. 

   Rikon shrugged. “Sooga said so. Everyone else is going to be busy. It’s either this or we’ll send you out again.” Great, so he either had to deal with the new guy or get sent to whatever end of Hyrule for weeks. He really didn’t want to do either, he really wanted to read those books Kass gave him, but if his choice was to leave without the books or babysit someone, he’l have to take the babysitting. 

   “Fine. But I’m sticking him in Panta’s old room. We all know he’s not coming back, let alone using it.” The muttered words of it’s been months tumbles from his lips but Rikon was already shrugging, clearly not caring what Sheik does with this man. Good, Panta’s room was right next to his, Sheik could babysit and read his books comfortably. Situation settled he turned his attention to the stranger and inclined his head quietly, indicating for them to follow him. He turned entirely and started making his way back through the compound. 

[lunarisdeus]

It was almost amusing how easy it was to get in here— Inside the confines of their hideout. The soft, fleshy underbelly of a rogue creation not even realizing what they just welcomed in. Offering a place to stay in return for some silly pledge of loyalty and a body to utilize in ‘missions’. It was just as well, if they knew they would surely fight. Not that they would survive anyway, although the leader was known for being a flight risk, and it required so much more effort in one go. He rather do it in pieces.

The Goddesses sent him to do more menial tasks, nothing new. They didn't specify how, just that it needed to be done— so he'd do it his way. One that may be a bit more fun for him. These were all traitors anyway, a vast majority weren't even largely Sheikah by blood any longer to his understanding.

Only those that kept their loyalty to the Goddesses and Royal blood were to be protected from the fate the Yiga had brought upon themselves. If he were to be frank, the Sheikah were already in danger of erasure due to the Hylians that ruled. It baffled him that the Goddesses didn't punish that behavior as well, then again— when were they ever fair.

The Deity didn't expect what he believed to be a red-eyed Sheikah to be his ‘keeper’, for lack of a better word. Named Sheik? Now wasn't that a little ironic… For his part, he wore a far more kinder gaze in regards to Sheik.

Assessment, he expected that. But whether it meant a physical challenge and assessment or not, just where would they place him? He had no weapons on him aside from a longbow, quiver on his back and arrows, not that he needed it. It was best not to use a sword, he'd honestly kill someone when he didn't mean to. Best to at least pretend to make friends.

Being referred to as a ‘this’ earned Rikon the Deity's withering side-eye. He was rather unimpressed with Rikon— underwhelming presence, dumping responsibility onto another member. It was nothing like Sooga, that one was particularly deadly for anyone that crossed paths with him. Skilled, commanding and yet fully backed the strangest and the most foolish man— complete mystery. He'd enjoy fighting Sooga using mortal limitations, he felt, but when would there be time for that anyway.

Following behind Sheik, he remained a fair distance away. Knowing very well that looming over him would likely not be wise, he hadn't even spoken just yet and decided to break the silence. Though he was quiet, keeping his voice to a minimum, “ So Sheik is your name? Please tell me there's more than just bananas to eat. “

[desertforged]

@lunarisdeus sent: ❛ There’s still good in you, I can see it. ❜

"You must be looking quite deeply to see that."

Ganon's words were soft. An automatic response to deflect and protect himself. Good? In the one who carried the Triforce of Power? In the one who'd destroyed Hyrule and tormented the spirits of the Champions sent to stop him? Even if he had once had good in him, it had been smothered by the Calamity that had possessed him for a hundred years.

"If there is any good in me, it's only a small ember - the last remaining spark of it. No one else would be able to see it, perhaps, except you."

[lunarisdeus]

" When choice is taken away from anyone, they'll act accordingly, " The Deity's words were just as gentle in return, holding a lack of accusation. The Triforce of Power wasn't a tool of prophecy in the Deity's opinion, the curse itself followed bloodlines. Yes, maybe it was always a Gerudo Voe that would be influenced by the curse. Followers would cultivate and perpetuate the cycle, it didn't do much without help and the original curse had come from a spiteful God that was now essentially vanquished many times over. It was by design now.

Perhaps that was the most terrifying part. Mortals became just as greedy as their patron Goddesses— but in their eyes, it seemed it was only greed when those they believed to be weaker were undeserving of what they had.

Fierce sat behind him— carefully brushing through that firey hair to smooth out any hidden tangles. A calming gesture, he believes, " You don't have to spend your life damning yourself, none of us are clean. Even Hylia has blood stained hands, " and she was revered for it, " Many things from the past are not as important as others will make them appear to be. "

[lunarisdeus]

@herosway

❛  no matter what i do, it's never enough.  ❜

Once more, those familiar emotions surfaced through their bond and took hold. Fora hesitated numbly for a few moments, silently processing what lingered painfully. That all encompassing self-doubt and sense of inadequacy-such things might as well be akin to companions to both of them. Bunch of shit company, they were.

Restlessness coiled in Fora's chest, Link was being openly vulnerable. It made him... uncomfortable. Only for the fact he didn't want anyone else to see Link in any state that could be used against either of them, but he didn't expect Link to remain shutdown.

" Link, " his touch against the Hero's shoulder is gentle, as are the words he delivers, " Everything you can do is enough, " it would have to be enough, You're a good man, you've already sacrificed yourself a dozen times over. No one can fix everything. "

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The face of the mask was one that was eeriely familiar to Link, and he couldn't deny the slight level of discomfort he felt upon picking it up. It had been lost for years now, more than he could possibly count - and it wasn't really his duty to keep track of it. But... it wasn't like there was anything else he needed to do, and the Link of the era likely had something more important to worry about instead of the location of a fabled mask.

A very dangerous mask depending on whose hands it was in, but still. Just a mask.

Twisting it over, there was a brief and uncomfortable urge to put it on, resulting in him promptly turning it face up again as he shook his head. "What were they thinking." He didn't know the story, the true story, just a brief and off-hand statement that Hylia had once mentioned about a great and powerful evil the Goddesses had bound inside the mask.

"Why didn't they just destroy it?"

[lunarisdeus]

Seemingly discarded on a forest floor, certainly not a place for such a dangerous object. Granted it wasn't just any forest, many a men were unexplainably lost to these woods for simply entering. The forces at work sought the protection of nature.

So the mask hadn't necessarily been hiding, the Deity simply relied on not being found or disturbed. It had been about three centuries and this was a bit earlier than expected, especially tracked down by a Hero not from this era. Clearly a divine presence about him—unsure if it was simply inherent to this Link or if it was from who he mingled with—regardless, not something he preferred running into.

Suppression of the Mask's nature by the Deity was not uncommon and was utilized here. It was clear to him this Hero had no idea what he was handling—a rather dangerous situation, in fact he'd nearly panicked as Link appeared to consider putting it on.

Emotion coiled at his words, the Goddesses had wanted control. They had effectively destroyed him, at least in how he had presented as a being before.

A voice rose, although quiet it would be difficult to ignore, ' Hero.. What makes you imagine the Goddesses could destroy me? Let alone would want to? '

[dutifulsilence]

@lunarisdeus sent: [ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up [ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while

Even still half-asleep, Link knew the feeling and taste of Fierce's kiss and it elicited a soft hum into the kiss as Link brought his arms up to wrap about the Deity's shoulders. He slipped his tongue past the god's lips to deepen the kiss as he woke more, drawing him down to the bed. It had been late when Link had finally returned to the Hateno house, after a few days working with Tulin to reach the temple, defeat Colgera, and finish off a couple of shrines up north.

He hadn't even been able to keep his eyes open from the moment he's laid down - much less check in with Fierce.

Pulling away from the kiss, Link dug his fingers gently into his lover's hair. "How long did you let me sleep?"

[lunarisdeus]

The deity had been waiting for Link, he often didn't know if the Hero would arrive back by foot or by fast travel. Given the circumstances, fast travel would be the safest bet.

He'd found himself managing a few monsters down by the sea that had escaped his notice for a time since the last bloodmoon. Dawn was making its way to paint the sky in a dusty, hazy blush of color and birdsong rising from the odd tree or two. That was when he finally made his way back home and found the Hero sleeping rather soundly.

Contemplating if he should just slip into bed and let him sleep or wake him first—Link would likely wake regardless. One kiss couldn't possibly hurt.

Already dressed for bed and kneeling on the side he often slept, brushing his lips against Link's. Savoring this moment and its comforting familiarity. Fierce couldn't help but smile into their shared kiss at that hum as he woke, softly and surely descending over Link's form as desired—meeting with growing passion as he settles over his lover's body. He had missed him.

Fierce responded with a hushed voice, " Not exactly sure, I'm afraid. The sun was just rising when I got back here. I'm sure you could use more sleep, " Link could always use more rest.

[lunarisdeus]

" Aww, they're fighting like an old married couple. "

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[lunarisdeus]

Sorry everyone. The last couple days have been busy.

Although I've been inactive in terms of posting for quite a bit too. Just been feeling a bit down, but it'll pass.

Sunday (tomorrow) I have a rabbit show in Massachusetts to attend, so I'll probably be gone tomorrow, monday and be back tuesday night as I may have to work tuesday for the cottage I clean in the summer.

I know peeps probably have no interest in my rabbits/rabbit show stuff, I've hardly posted about it, but if my boy wins anything I'll be posting about it lol

[lunarisdeus]

Fora let his touch fall free of Link's arm, it was just difficult… Fora's view of Hylians—they were easy to kill. They took forever to heal without intervention. Fora could kill one with strength alone, no weapon necessary. Even his host body was more durable given the level of magic that flowed within him. While Fora knew Link wasn't most Hylians, the triforce of courage along with Link's innate magic made sure of this. Still he saw the blood, open wounds, and the struggling before he saw Link. It wasn't intentional.

It was undoubtedly taking a toll. But if there was anything Fora unilaterally agreed on with his forebearer.. Free will was, without a doubt, the most important thing for anyone—given they were able to recognize they had it. He'd tried to get Link to stop, to stay at camp especially at night, but had realized he couldn't control that and damage control was what he had to offer. As much as he wanted to do otherwise. 

Fora's eyes remained glued to Link's form, watching for any signs of a sway or falter as Link proceeded through the motions of putting away his weapon. He saw none. Still no sigh of relief, they had to go get Link healed… 

Brows drawn together in concern, he wanted to stop that.. stop looking at Link like he didn't understand. Although he's not sure how to take what was said, feeling oddly vulnerable, the desire to recoil washed over like a familiar wave as Link took a step closer. At the same time, Link was the only person he felt safe with despite Link not feeling quite the same. Quickly becoming a cornerstone for the deity—the only one he wanted in what time they had spent together. Where the majority of that was fueled by his possessiveness, and at this point he actually wondered if that was fair. He knew questioning so many things like this would likely make him unstable.

He wanted to be relied on, but his aggressiveness pushed Link out of his reach—it wasn't difficult for him to make that association. And his violence still did, even as he's trying to do what he felt should have been easier to do. To not argue, not use force, not hurt him both physically and mentally. At first, he had been upset when things didn't progress or ‘go back to normal’ between them after the first big fight or after their first time having sex. Link only sought him out when he could be immediately found, refused his touch, refused his company, refused to even talk to him. Fora didn't bother playing the same cards or even deliberately cause distress—Link was distressed enough without him also being a snare deliberately about his neck.

Normally held aloft with unabashed confidence, his ears shifted back ever so slightly, “ Don't look at me like that.. “ it was hardly a murmur and void of any spark, if Link heard it at all.. still, he reluctantly tore his gaze away to look anywhere else. Mostly the trees, “ Why? What's that supposed to mean? “ his way of asking for clarification, but he could take a few guesses that none of them would be something he'd like to hear. If Link was talking about this situation alone—how was it not his fault? If it was everything he does—blaming the Goddesses did nothing for either of them. It only justified Fora's nature.

Shifting his weight from one leg to the other with a sigh, pale eyes finally wandered back onto Link a moment after. Everything about his gaze told of how exposed he felt, he didn't snap but he also wasn't inclined to trust himself. It would be better if Link hadn't said anything—or, well, easier… not exactly better, “ Would you really wander around and almost become wolfos food… If you felt like you couldn't be near me? “

I don't think you should trust me. You'd be safer if I was safer to be around. 

That was what he wanted to say, but it would be him uprooting everything about himself. He'd never been safe to be around. As a god, it never mattered. As Link's.. partner?.. that was all that mattered, he thought.

“ Wait, Fairy Fountain first. That's more important, “ stepping backwards and out of the conversation to get Epona, unsure if Link would ride or not. But they couldn't very well leave Epona—even their rather bare campsite was unattended, but he was sure it would be fine alone.

[herosway]

   Link didn’t like the way that Fora very clearly shut him out. The accusation of not looking at him like that and then shutting the conversation down entirely. Link was nothing if not resilient and stubborn though, two of the strongest qualities that got him through his entire journey. A steady breath was taken and Link clenched his hands as he watched Fora’s back, mind running a mile a minute before he pushed himself to move to quickly follow after the deity that was far too stubborn. 

   The quick few steps and Link reached his hands out, grabbing hold of Fora’s belts and yanking on him. His body definitely protested this, he can feel the rush of heat that ran quickly through his wounds, pain licking up his spine and causing him to clench his jaw. He powered through it, like he did all pain, and pulled at Fora. Right now, he knew he didn’t have the strength to overpower the deity. Even on a good day, it was questionable as if he could overpower Fora of all people or not. So this depended on if Fora wanted to fight back against Link or not, and fighting back would definitely agitate his wounds more. 

   He twisted the other around and then pressed him back against one of the many trees, his breath coming out far quicker from the extersion than it should, his body and face tight in pain that surely reflected in his eyes. Link took a couple breaths to control his level of pain, a practiced move that he had used several times when he was struggling in the temples and the pain got to be too much. He was alright. He was always alright. Picking his head up he set his gaze on Fora and moved a bit closer, settling his hands gently over the other’s waist. Not keeping him in place but highly suggesting he doesn’t move. 

   “How was I unlucky enough to get myself straddled with someone more stubborn than me?” Link questioned, shaking his head slightly as a huff of laughter tumbled from his lips. It broke into a few hard coughs before he managed to get himself back under control. Another careful breath and he moved a bit closer toward Fora, meeting his gaze once more as he watched him. “Just because we’ve had a few problems.” That was the lightest way that he can describe their fights. “Doesn’t mean that everything I do, or what happens to me, is your fault.” 

   Which was true enough. Link’s worst enemy was himself and his own mind. The horrors of everything he’s endured that eats away from him. That drives his self-destructive habits. That keeps him wandering in the forest searching for–honestly at this point even Link doesn’t know. Just simply trying to keep his mind quiet, maybe. Chase out the images of the Shadow Temple, the Bottom of the Well, the laughter of Mask Salesman, the smile of a Moon–he can’t, he just can’t. 

   It’s going to drive him insane.

   An unsteady breath fills his lungs and Link’s fingers twisted against Fora’s waist before gripping the fabric of his tunic tightly. “Sometimes it’s easier to just–walk around, to hit whatever I can, to make things seem quieter.” Which wasn’t Fora’s fault. The Mask of the Fierce Deity had saved Link’s life in Termina, which in turn saved Termina entirely. Despite what Fora thinks, Link doesn’t and would never regret putting that mask on. Not everything is Fora’s fault, it’s just a twist of unluck. His own cursed fate. 

   Link takes an unsteady breath and he turns his gaze away from Fora’s eyes. “If I didn’t like being near you, would I panic when I can’t find you when I wake up? Would I sit near you for comfort at night? Would I willingly lay beside you in bed at night in those Inn rooms? Think a bit harder, use your brain.” 

   Link doesn’t hate being near Fora. He hates sometimes how Fora treats him. He has gotten better, Link can see the effort he’s making. That doesn’t always make it easy, but it doesn’t mean that everything is Fora’s fault either. And he needs to know that.

[lunarisdeus]

Clearly, Link didn't want later—he wanted this talk now. 

Knowing there were no enemies and couldn't conceive just why Link would need to catch up to him so suddenly—at least until he felt hands catch and yank him to stop. Fora could have easily avoided being grabbed, could have easily resisted being moved, and certainly could have overpowered Link's attempts. Instead he immediately yielded, nary his startle perhaps. Following Link's push and pull after a moment of deliberation with himself. Fora easily had at least eighty pounds on Link, if not more... Largely worried for the level of stress he just put his body through, and once he was backed against that tree—confirming he knew he'd every reason to be worried.

Link was not alright. Breathing through the pain, focusing the mind somewhere else, didn't eliminate anything. It didn't stop the bleeding, physical or otherwise. Link did manage to settle not long after. Meeting Link's gaze in conjunction with that gentle touch, he couldn't help the warm spark that fluttered through his chest. For once, perhaps, Fora listens to Link's implied instructions.

Oh, so he was stubborn? Granting a little bit if a half smile despite the situation, “ I've had millennia of practice, “ quipping back, but Link was no less stubborn in Fora's opinion. Viewing it as a good quality, not that a good quality couldn't annoy the hell out of someone. Holding onto Link was all he could do as the coughing pealed out of his throat—even after Link quelled the fit, Fora didn't feel particularly confident of the claim he was not going to pass out now. They really had to get him to the fountain. He knew that no amount of concern would get Link to just go.

A few problems? It had been more than a few and more than just problems if he recalled… Part of him wants to feel relieved that what had transpired in the past was being downplayed. And the other half greatly detested that fact. Morally, he knew which was right as Link had tried to teach him. Some boundaries were not so clear, but the ones Link was drawing in the sand this time were pretty clear. He didn't want to disagree, he felt like he should have been able to help even if it wasn't any fault of his. Biting the inside of his cheek, watching turmoil and tension manifest. He knew a bit of it was likely Termina, if not a majority. 

It had been his own duty to rid Majora from Termina, not Link's, but Majora could manipulate its magic. He'd known the mask entrapment was a short term solution—but not as short as it ended up being against Majora. If Majora hadn't been there, Link would have never found Termina… At least in the state that it was.

He's always wishing he could take away some of the burden.

Not even flinching at the roughness of how Link succumbed to his emotions, he nodded silently at the admission. He wouldn't lie—at times he's done the exact same thing. Letting the trauma take over and drive him, pushing him to make unwise decisions and questionable calls. Everything becomes a blur, a race against yourself. Fate was unkind to both of them—though, Fora technically had as many chances as he desired. Link… he only had one lifetime. Both of them could never escape it, the flow of time.

The Goddesses were a bit cruel.

He did agree that Link likely wouldn't do any of those if there wasn't something there—but was it more than just the bond? They had become unconditionally inseparable and the deity believed that to be quite similar to love for a person—whatever he was experiencing. Fora was a manipulator, aggressive, arguably a monster but lacked ambitions like that of the man from the desert. Still he found himself developing into almost.. Someone Else. And he wasn’t afraid of this, somehow, as long as it was for him. The man in front of him.

Fora would draw closer, just as gently settling his hands at Link’s waist this time. Curling his fingers slightly against skin, blood and ruined cloth—he was decidedly frowning with an air of seriousness, “ Link, look at me? “ It was more of a suggestion, he didn't mind it not being taken. The deity studied Link's face for a moment, “ Maybe not everything is my fault, but I don't want to lose you any sooner than I need to, “ perhaps he could twist it to get Link to consider his desires, “ I've never changed the way I am for anyone—except for you. I don't know what I'd do without you. “

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Day 9 - Deity

The Fierce Deity. Peak design honestly