#c:link

[elctras]

LOCATION: Third Floor

STATUS: Closed for @linkcache

The younger mentor didn't agree with her, but Link truly deserve a better co mentor, a better mentor. She wasn't even sure she did anything to contribute to her victory, that had all been Link. She'd tried her hardest in the lead up to the launch as her loyalties got pulled in different directions and she watched her friend launch in there for a second time, whilst trying to find the energy to fight for her own tributes. The minute they were gone, she was gone from the tower, drinking god knows what, snorting god knows what with god knows who until she and a knew 'friend' (whose name she hadn't even bothered to get, and face she'd not even recognise come morning) had found a tattoo parlour and gotten her latest stupid tattoo. Sawyer will appreciate it when she sees it, she thought, though the dark thought of what if crossing her mind before she could stop it. What if she didn't? So, still in her party clothes from the night before, she made her way to the Third floor some time after breakfast where the games could be heard in the living room, collapsing on the couch opposite Link without a word as her newly tattoo'd arm, still red and covered dangled over the side. She giggled, an unusual sound from the mentor in general, even stranger at a time like this, "Hey Link... scan my tatt--" she began lifting her arm and removing the plastic covering.

[dayanitas]

Closed Starter  for : @aetunion​ Location: The cemetery gates

Daya has existed in two different worlds. 

The first world is that of her youth, a lively, inquisitive and sure-minded girl, her life a glittering whirlwind of friends and parties. There was duty, too, a dedication to her future that shone brightly. In this world, she has everything, and everything to lose. 

In the second world, the one she lives and breathes in and inhabits now, she has lost everything. There is little remaining of the girl she was, and she managed to hold on to very little. Thomas was one of the few things that transitioned with her for a little while, but somewhere around the time she fell pregnant, that relationship became untenable. And now, Thomas was dead. 

Link did not come with her into her new life. Memories of him were locked in her mind like a trunk in the attic, kept out of reach of perusal, for it hurt too much to do so. She never expected to see him again, and she had moved past a point where it was something she dreamed for. It did not do to desire and hope. It only broke your heart in the end. 

But then Link appeared, and though he looked like he belonged to the old world, there was something shifted in him too - like he had entered a new world of his own, and Daya doesn’t know if she belongs to it, or he to hers. 

But this isn’t about the new world. This is about saying goodbye to the old. 

Link approaches, the tendrils of hair escaping his ponytail blowing in the breeze, and Daya draws herself forward. She does not wear black - her dress is a stark, spotless white, for where she is from, the land of her ancestors, this is the colour of funerals, of purity, of respect, and a veil covers her hair. It seems only appropriate for where they are heading. 

“You found it,” she speaks softly, tentatively gauging his demeanour. She’s unsure, and it shows. “I suppose you’re used to map reading.” In any other tone, it might be a jest, but it’s clear that it is not. 

“Shall we?” brows arch, expectantly, patiently. If he simply wanted to remain here, at the gates of the dead, she would do that, too. 

[pollysheedy]

Closed Starter for: @ferihas​, @aetunion​ Timestamp: 10:30pm Location: A quiet corridor

“I’ve almost got it,” Polly’s tongue pokes out from between their teeth in concentration, eyes narrowed slightly as they focus on the lock in front of them. It has been a while ( well, a few months ) since they’ve done anything like this, but apparently it is one of those skills that never leave you. They aren’t doing anything wrong - not really. Mr. Ashton had given them permission to explore the house as they wished, and even though the door in front of them was locked, he hadn’t told them they couldn’t pick the locks to gain access. This was fine. 

“You’re in my light,” they reach out to tap Link’s foot, willing him to move. “You’re supposed to be the lookout, anyway. You won’t spot anybody coming if you’re breathing down my neck.” He doesn’t seem quite as into the idea as Polly and Feriha are, but he’s here nonetheless. 

One last turn of the hairpin, and the lock clicks. Polly withdraws the hair pin, and returns it to Feriha, before turning the handle. It swings open easily, and Polly lets out a triumphant whoop. “Easy,” they congratulate themselves, stepping through into the dark room and turning back to look at her friends. “Somebody grab a candle. It’s dark in here.”

[defninha]

@linchrin​

Link! Link do céu! Você que é auror e essas coisa que tá mais por dentro das leis me diz... eu posso ser presa por ter batido no vizinho novo?

Assim, hipoteticamente falando, claro.

[elctras]

LOCATION: Third Floor

STATUS: closed for @linkcache

Electra was surrounded by chaos, previous games loaded onto discs to go into her computer, papers with recaps, clippings, tribute notes and sponsor lists and information on them. She rubbed her eyes a little, having strained them whilst scanning papers for what felt like hours. "I can't believe she's touting herself as a career," she muttered quietly to Link, reaching for the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. She was definitely beyond the need for a glass. "She touted herself as a career. Three doesn't have careers. Can she actually back up the talking with any skill?" she asked. They definitely had their work cut out for them.

[pollysheedy]

Closed Starter for @aetunion​ Location : The Tower Bridge construction site Time Stamp : Late one wild Saturday night

“I can’t believe you actually jumped,” Polly lets themself drop from the scaffolding, landing lightly on their feet. Their knee twinges a bit on the impact, but nothing they can’t handle. What they can’t handle, however, is the fact Link is emerging from the river, dripping from top to toe with filthy Thames water. Polly covers their mouth with their hand, unable to hold back the laugh that burst out of them. 

“You know I didn’t mean it when I dared you to?” They would have teased him mercilessly if he had said no, but that was beside the point. They hadn’t known Link long, the two of them introduced by Feriha, another new friend, but like Feriha, Polly had taken to him almost instantly. Spending time with him was easy and fun, and he didn’t treat them like something made of porcelain, prone to shattering at any moment. They had been under watchful eyes for too long, but now, they were going on an adventure. 

“You didn’t even look at the view. I bet the queen herself doesn’t have a view like that.” Polly tilts their chin upwards, looking at the heights they had just clambered down from - where Link had performed his swan dive into the depths of the water. “Besides, everyone knows the river’s dirty. You’re going to smell like a sewer all night now.” 

[hopeturned]

@hyruleisforever99: [ BOTW Zelda to Link]: " May i ask, do you really remember me?"

He doesn't answer Zelda for a long time, mulling over it. 'Bits, sort of.' Link signed, a look of guilt shadowed his features. Some were clearer than others, although he hadn't forgotten his feelings for her. How, he didn't know. But it hardly mattered now.

'You're here now. We can always make new memories.'

[hopeturned]

@hyruleisforever99 a plotted starter! (Yiga! Link)

He had enough trust in his blade that when the time came, it would aid him well. It doesn't come as a shock to him to learn that the rumours, often murmured through hushed whispers about The Princess, are more or less true.

There is something to be said about her aura, that calm yet serene facade which made something in Link's heart sting. She's alone this time, no knights surrounding her, at least not close enough for Link to detect. He had already dealt with the stragglers, burying their broken bodies in the forest's dense foliage. At least they'd return unto themselves, Link thought, crouching down, hiding his presence against the forest's backdrops. Yet, he'd be a fool to think the princess entirely helpless. His movements were swift and precise, blade in hand raised as he felt his body move quicker than his mind did, breaching the distance a second at a time.