little hero

ind. / sel. toon link -- written by madmun

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       Hammer tiem.

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FRISK:

ACT: SMILE

Upon being joined Frisk shifts. Inching closer to him as laughter dies down and their hands drop. He really has to be hot in those clothes. Maybe he comes from an even hotter island if that’s possible, Frisk muses, if he weren’t fanning himself Frisk would have asked if he came from some place truly far away. 

The compliment quirks their unblessed ears. Almost shyly a hand toys with the hem of their striped shirt. Frisk bites their lower lip. Normally, they’re the one that gives out compliments! Graciously, she accepts it. 

Frisk’s own voice had been locked away deep within her throat unable to leave. The moment they were joined and the act of goodwill thrust upon them a joyful warm feeling enveloped Frisk’s chest. The cage of anxiety that normally holds back their words breaks like a dam with too much water inside it. “Thanks,” is so difficult to miss it’s as fleeting as the foam on the beach. The word’s spoken in tandem to a hand hovering by a muted mouth and pointed in his direction. “You’re,” an olive toned hand points in the Hero’s direction. Pointer and middle fingers brushed near their nose, “Funny.”

Frisk’s nose is still crinkled from laughing and she clears her throat out as a quick. “I forgot my smile,” sheepishly Frisk admits that they hadn’t been in the best spirits. How foolish of them. There’s plenty of reasons to remain joyful. 

“I’m Frisk,” halfway through spelling out her name she realizes that he may not understand her. Frisk spells out their name again and pats at her chest. A hand’s cast towards the blond boy. 

             the way her hands toy with the edges of her shirt reminds Link of Sue-Belle. The granddaughter of Sturgeon and Orca ... she was always a bit on the quieter side, but willing to be helpful. Link grinned, trying to help her ease that anxious feeling most people get. He understands it very well, oft times he is the one experiencing it. Still, the blond hero tries to allow for Frisk to feel as comfortable and time to talk when she pleases rather than insist on quick or hasty responses.

              Quiet words, ones he can barely hear, but clearly understand through the movement of hands makes his eyes widen. Shock outlined his face, muting whatever excitement had begun to bubble under the surface. No words escape his mouth. The stare he gives may be somewhat uncomfortable. Bright, big eyes looking at her as-if she were an impossible creature he had just met. 

              Slowly, once she goes to introduce herself, his expression shifts. Turning into a wide-brimmed smile, hands uplifting as soon as she cast her hand to ask him his name.

              He claps, grinning cheekily. That excitement flowing freely from his body posture. Turning to fully face her, make certain she can see all of his body, all attention Link has is now on Frisk. Frisk? Yes. Frisk. He had seen that correctly. He knows he has. A hand lifts, pressing at the base of his chin, following downward.

          ❛  thank you !  ❜

               There are few people who are like him. Link’s preference towards the unspoken language was an uncommon one indeed. But as Sturgeon had showed him one of his books with the hand gestures, Link ... had felt ecstatic. Just as he felt now!

                Pressing a hand to his chest, he follows with tapping two fingers together. Link had to be careful and slowed down a bit, he had spelled his name relatively fast, so, repeated the gesture one more time with a goofy little grin. Adding onto his name to explain his repeat and mistake.

         ❛  i’m link. sorry, excited. ❜

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               [ HANDS ]

            Link has relatively small hands for a boy his age. Where his hands are bigger than some smaller girls, his hands do bother him. Especially since he works with his hands an awful lot. His fingers are shorter, stubbier, but they get the job done. (( He reminds himself this a good many times. )) Link’s hands are typically dry, only ever getting sweaty when he is extremely nervous or in extreme conditions. (( Clutching rope while swinging over lava is a particularly poignant example that comes to mind )) 

              His hands have always been rough. He lived on an island that’s main export and livelihood survived on farming. His hands have callouses from long ago, working in the fields with one of his many ‘uncles’ (( he calls them uncles for those who live on Outset all feel like family )) toiling away under the hot sun. Then there came Orca and his brother … He spent hours wrestling with his Orca when he was younger before being given a sword. The grip always felt so right in the palm of his hand. New callouses built around this lifestyle.

               Nails are chewed down to nubs. Nobody is sure why, they never see him doing it. But the nails are proof that the boy certainly chews on them. The reason for this is that he only does so when he is extremely nervous or upset, and typically only when he is alone. He keeps this habit to himself as a sort of release he can get that does not involve fighting.

                Often times, Link is very expressive with his hands. He learned Sign Language from Orca’s brother, Sturgeon. The well-learned man spending several days with Link, explaining this new language that seemed impossible. Link devoured it with enthusiasm, learning it as fast as he could. Thus earning very dexterous hands.

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ACT: SMILE

The brilliant sun did little to cheer up Frisk.

The LONG EARED GIRLS are all missing. The other kids are still too little to understand but what happens when one day it isn’t just them that’s taken away but kids with short ears, too? The anxiety from the adults was palpable and while many attempted to put on BRAVE faces it was obvious to Frisk that if the missing children didn’t return soon something drastic could happen.

Frisk wasn’t frightened so much of being snatched away but the consequences that would arise from FIGHTING. With a pair of spindly arms wrapped around their lithe legs she thought to herself that there had to be some way to find the missing kids and avoid the conflict all together.

A decidedly pensive look was locked on the urchin’s face. 

A muted mouth pressed against their wrist as they studied the cerulean sea. The white foam of the tide drifted in in cadence to a seagull’s cry.

It wasn’t until a rush of footsteps approached them the thought about saying they were on their way. Quick to snap up the mute perked upon spotting a pair of boots. Bare feet curled towards herself as they spotted green.

Boy, wasn’t he hot in those clothes? 

“Mmm?” she’d seen him before. Frisk lifted their chin as she stared up at the other kid. The petite ten year old’s shoulders began to tremble. “Hhhh…” a quiet sound caught in Frisk’s throat. Hands clapped over their mouth. “Heee,” a quiet wheeze surfaced. 

Sun kissed cheeks rose alongside their smile.

* ( YOU LET OUT THE PUREST OF LAUGHS! )

          seeing through this mask was difficult. Link had to to take advantage of his hearing and the barest brace of the child’s shoulders. Seeing the partial movement, Link was half-tempted to remove the mask as-to make sure Frisk was not crying. Being cruel  was not the name of this  game, however ... At the quiet noise, Link’s ears cocked upward. AHAH ! He got  them! Link knew that sound. The wheezing clasp of hands over mouth.

           Then such laughter. It warmed Link up from his toes to his head ! (( and just because he was uncomfortably hot in these clothes most likely were not the reason )) Unable to help the dog-eared grin, Link pulled the cardboard from his face to look down at the small child.

           She looked ... happy. Link could only hope for that. Plopping down into the dirt next to her, Link waved, grinning.

           There were always times to be sad. But one of the things Link could not take was to leave a small child alone to their thoughts. Especially when they looked so ... unhappy. Giving a relatively easy grin, Link swayed, pulling the sticky undershirt he bore slightly away from his skin to allow some breathing room.

           Looking to Frisk, there is a pause. He first wishes to offer a sign of some sort, tell her that her laugh is nice, but his hands hesitate ‘pon his collarbone, resting there with his clothes. Giving a nervous bite to a tongue, Link gives a grin. SPEAKING is easier understood, Link.

                  ❝ you ... have a nice laugh . ❞

            A husky voice is heard, one that is often unused, but for this occasion, he will allow it. His mind banging on his ear drums like a mallet, telling him how dare he think to try and avoid talking to her. She seemed so nice . To make her laugh, then leave. How dare he?

             But words hesitate as his throat clogs at the next attempt at speech. Ducking a head, a small flush crosses Link’s cheeks as his hand bundles up in that cloth near his throat. Lifting a hand, Link casually rubs at the back of his head beneath the hat.

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          a breathy sigh escapes Link. Lungs deflate as he arrives on the bustling little island of WINDFALL . It always appears quite happy when he is here, and Link sincerely believes that is one of the reasons he enjoys it most. Even back home, there has been a loss . No-one is as joyful anymore. The attitude which was once contagious and nostalgic has slowly fled, leaving instead a shell of it’s former attitude and self.

          It was something, with the return of Windfall’s stolen children, had seemed to retrieve. Perhaps if his sister would return -- no. He would not think like that. Aryll ...

         Patting cheeks, The King gives him an odd look. Link promptly returns the look by sticking out his tongue. Jumping from the boats small hull, Link embarks to the island. He does not come here because he needs to. Rather, it was for comfort. A bed in a shared home, a smile, games to play with other children. (( even tho he must admit he is too old for the kids on Windfall ))

         One child stood out though that day. Sitting off to the side, head hung low, brown hair covering over eyes. Link’s chest aches. She looked ... sad. The hang-dog look similar to one that he would oft see ‘pon his sister’s face. It hurt to watch, so Link decided he would not watch.

         and instead: FIX IT.

         It would take a bit of time on his part, but Link puffed out his chest and trotted away. He was the oldest child here. He was this great hero, surely then Link could find something to amuse a small child.

        Running around the island, the boy in green had several stops to make. From the shop, to Beetles ship, to Salvatore’s game, (( paid a pretty penny for some cardboard too, )) to the cafe before settling down and started making. His sister would have called it rubbish, but with a bit of paint, Link had crafted fairly convincing eyeballs.

        They were fashioned after a creature Link had run into more than once. The little things loved to stick to Link like cockleburs and weight his already hefty items down one step further until he could barely trudge through the mud. Shaking off the feeling, Link swept the two pieces of painted cardboard behind his back and trotted over to the girl who seemed to sit alone.

        Giving a sideways smile, Link tipped his head to the side, awaiting for her to look UP. Only once she did, did Link twirl out those cut-outs and hold them over his face with the goofiest grin. Attempting to cheer them up, just a little bit. 

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       to say the youth was confused was an understatement. Light-blinded eyes covered over by a hand, trying to squint through the cracks in his fingers. Sick was a very accurate term for how he felt. Washed up being another. His skin felt dry and caked . It was only when Link attempted to stand, closing his eyes to the harsh light, that he realized it.

       There was no rock of water, no familiar ease of a salty breeze, no slight shifting beneath his feet to stabilize.

                                                     This was wrong.

        It caught in Link’s breath as he finally opened eyes to turn and jerk around. Looking between the landscape that seemed to sprawl ever onward. A sea of green Link had never seen before.

         The idea was dizzying. Making Link hold out a hand awkwardly, balancing. The other clutching the green robe of his tunic. He perhaps looked a tad green in the face too. Only when a flicker of a shadow crossed over Link’s face did he jerk upwards. A familiar sight of a flighted Rito that causes relief to cross Link’s face.

          Rito’s were extremely proud of their tribe, but easy enough to get along with. Lifting one of his arms, Link waved it over his head, calling out a singular word at the top of his lungs.

                      ❝ HOI ‼︎‼︎ ❞

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