#amisitumbra

[shadowoflegend]

Dear Twilight

@twxlxghtwulf

Dear Link.

You're right, it does feel odd to be writing a letter despite living under the same roof! But like you, I too struggle to form the words I want to say or the muscles in my neck get tense and thus inhibit my ability to speak. Needless to say I'm struggling to write down my thoughts. And again, needless to say but I'll say it anyway, even though it's actually writing but I digress, I LOVE you! I will always love you no matter what! I'll never forget the day we first met and how you where so accepting towards me.

Many people have learned that I'm not a threat, say for my enemies who need to learn that I am a one, but none seemed to be as sincere as you. You accepted me for who I am the moment you saw me. That's how it felt anyway. I'm sorry for being a handful at times but your world is exciting and interesting to me. And I enjoy discovering this beautiful world of yours with you, and I look forward to seeing more of it with you in the future!

And as for our final day together...

Don't worry for me. I will never be alone because I keep my memories of you deep in my heart. The days following that will be hard, but the memories of the time I spent with you will keep me going...that and we both know that not even death could stop you from helping and protecting those you love anyway! And as for the risk of being trapped in a destructive spiral? I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare get caught in one because it would hurt you! ...and I'm too stubborn to get caught in something like that!

My aren't I a cheerful sod? Can't end this letter on such a sour note! Anyway Link I love you and cherish every moment I spend with you (and Twiglet) and look forward to sharing any future (mis) adventures. Maybe one day you'll get me to stop having that strange reaction I get from chu jellies? And by the way I'm taking you to Termina for the carnival of Time and you can't stop me!

Love you dearly, Dark Link (aka the sexiest pain in the ass in all of Hyrule).

[untamedhero]

@amisitumbra

"Hey you're that really friendly shade aren't you? Thanks for following me! Is there anything you'd like to have?"

[shadowoflegend]

Closed rp

@amisitumbra

"Hey are you there? Come one open up" he whispered through the door, standing in the hallway clutching some books and other items hoping that no monster or shadow would come.

"C'mon open the door Twiglet!....I'm getting an unwanted draft in places!".

[regni-musa-blog]

@amisitumbra, liked for a starter.

Link had not survived the fight one hundred years ago long enough to see all the enemies that had manifested when Calamity Ganon appeared and turned the tides in his favor. Then there was the fact that he had very little memories of those events that he most likely wouldn’t have remembered anyhow. In the end, with all that he had experienced over the course of his lonely journey to save Hyrule, it would have never occurred to him that the Calamity was sinister enough to create a doppelganger of him. Given the state of the world, it would make sense for the villain to manifest into the world, a dark version of the symbol of Hyrule’s last hope.

Link looked up from the flickering fire, having heard the noise that gave hint to the hero that there were enemies near. It was something that was told to him that monsters of Calamity Ganon thrived in the night, most likely something had noticed the small camp fire. Silently, Link reached for the Master Sword resting in its sheath beside him and he drew it as he stood.

He poised himself for anything to wander out and try to jump at him, the sword shimmering in the darkness that let him know that there indeed was danger nearby. His grip on the sword tightened. “Show yourself.” he said. “Or leave if you don’t want to die a painful death.”

[imtwentyfuckingfour]

@amisitumbra

Renting the little cottage by the sea provides a very different kind of isolation than hiding in the Curiosity Shop backroom.  A safe kind.  A healing kind.  And he needed it.  Kafei is very grateful to Anju for noticing how poorly he was holding up before he had to muster up the fortitude to ask for help; after the problem happened in the first place because asking for help can be nearly impossible for him at times.  The task of settling into a new routine, of figuring out living at the inn, after enduring the curse and a bad kind of isolation for a month, was too much.  What he really needed was a chance to breathe.  This is so much better.

So far he’s done a lot of breathing.  Reading.  His mother was so happy to have him back she was very generous about sparing no expense to help him and Anju; Cremia and her little sister have been installed in another cabin, so Anju has someone to talk to if Kafei needs space.  The three of them have been doing a lot of catching up and enjoying the beach, and he’s been doing a lot of simply existing without complication.  Eating and sleeping.  Reading a little, growing dissatisfied with the effort it requires, filling up a sheet of paper with doodles; finding that even that takes effort and switching to daydreaming.  He might write a book one day.  They escaped apocalypse; books are still relevant, there are still people around to read them.  If he ever got a really good idea -- a really good one -- maybe he’d get somewhere. 

After a couple of days’ blissful inactivity, curiosity about the beach and going outside gets the better of him.  They’re in a new place; once he’s proven to himself that it’s not a dangerous place in that he can laze around without consequence?  That’s actually a fascinating situation he ought to check out.  ...And Anju keeps bringing him sea shells, which makes him want to go find some himself. 

They pack a lunch and set out, making slow, contented progress across the sand.  Walking keeps getting easier after growing used to having shorter legs.  He would have been well-served by using a cane those first few days after the curse lifted, but he’s highly averse to any show of weakness, so everybody had to put up with his stubborn stumbling around instead.  

They find sea shells; and a young boy who looks incredibly similar to the one who helped Kafei get his wedding mask back.  He looks fragile, like one expanding great effort to merely stand in one place and hold his thoughts.  The past few days have been so healing and peaceful it comes as a jolt to rediscover suffering and isolation, though on another’s shoulders.  

“Hey... is everything alright?” Kafei says gently, surprising Anju by being the first to reach out.  If this kid is related to the other one, the one in green, well.  He owes the whole family a great debt.

[heroxftime-archive-blog]

@amisitumbra:

He might have gotten a bad gash? Looking at the blood trail this stranger left at the bar, he definitely had a bad gash. This wasn’t good. His brother owned half of this bar. If he were to see that blood trail, he’d definitely would make things even worse. Sighing, Corbin moved to the back of the counter, taking out a first aid kit.

At first glance, the bar seemed very normal. Aside from the fact it was popular among gay men. It was behind doors leading to the back, however, things got rather… risky. Only a handful of people knew that strippers worked there. Corbin was one of them. Though no one could ever guess that by looking at him.

Corbin was a slender looking young man with messy black hair and dull looking crimson eyes, but those looks were hidden beneath his baggy looking clothes.

Right now, the bar wasn’t actually open for costumers yet. It would open in a few hours but Corbin was already there because his brother forced him to come and practice his stripping routine.

Moving away from the counter, Corbin went towards one of the seats at the bar, pointing that the other had to sit there so he could treat his wound. He wasn’t much of a talker. He’d rather be at home and play some games now.

Considering who his ancestors were, it was a bit ironic that Loqi often found he couldn't stop talking. He was a chatterbox that could go a mile a minute, and it was so easy for him to blab the ear off of anyone who was willing (or unwilling) to give him the time of day. Ironic, but an oh-so-necessary self-defense mechanism that he had developed over the years. Stay quiet, and people might begin to want to pry. Talk too much? Everyone would stay away.

He was barely eighteen, though while he looked young Loqi passed for anywhere from fourteen to twenty eight with no issues. In his line of work, passing for young was always better-- but he had more than a few fake IDs that made him to be twenty four and, therefor, legal. And he was legal now, so it was a moot point anyways.

"Sorry about this! I can pay for any damages if I bleed on anything and stain it. Goddesses, I don't even know what happened. You'd think I'd noticed if I wound up with a gash like that on my leg but I honestly didn't feel anything!"

Lies. All of it.

Accidents happened, especially in his line of work. Loqi had more than a few clients who blurred the lines between work and... more, and a few who seemed to think that paying for sex was some form of love. No-- not love, but ownership. Knowing that he worked with others only infuriated them, and...

And the result was a broken(? maybe? he wasn't a doctor; all he knew was that it hurt) wrist, some beautiful blooming bruises around his neck and his rib cage, and the bleeding gash on his leg. Lovely, really. At least his face hadn't been touched.

You wouldn't want to damage the merchandise, after all.

Loqi was still babbling on as he took a seat on a barstool. The elevated position would make it easy for the other to roll up his pants leg to tend the wound there. If nothing else, at least Loqi was a good patient; he knew better than to flinch or flail about when someone was trying to help him.

[fallensheikah-blog]

@amisitumbra:

Eyeing at the stranger before him, Dark blinked slowly with his eyes. He didn’t know who this stranger was and yet they seemed to tell him to spend the night with them. The only one he would obey without question was his own master. That person was definitely not his master; and so, the entity did not obey them.

Shifting a little in his crouched down position, Dark hugged his knees. He didn’t seem to make any movements to stand up.

Honestly, Sheik wasn't sure why the words had slipped from his mouth.

No wait, that was a lie. He knew why and he hated himself for it. A shadow could never replace the real thing, Goddesses, how pathetic was he to think that-

The Hero was dead, and Hyrule was crumbling all around them. Sheik knew that it wouldn't be long before Ganondorf found him, but the longer he could delay that then the more time he could buy for the Princess to hide. She was escaping outside of Hyrule, hopefully far beyond his reach, but they both knew that Ganondorf's power and range was extending with every day.

This Shadow -- was it the one who had faced The Hero in the water temple? Or another? Ah... he didn't seem dangerous, at the least, and Sheik was near unbearably lonely. Goddesses, how he was lonely. Even another like the Shadow was welcomed.

The Shadow didn't seem to be listening, but he hadn't gotten up to leave. Sheik let out a small huff as he stood to step over to the mouth of the small cave. They were well hidden which meant they could chance a fire for the night. Goddesses knew that he could use the heat, and the chance to try to recover from his wounds.

"You can leave if you want, but Ganondorf-- Do you really believe that Ganondorf would show you kindness?"

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@amisitumbra

“Don’t you touch them.  Don’t you DARE touch them.”