Short fic for the lovely @clowns0up-felix and his linksmeet au, found here: @flm-linkedfissures (Beautiful art btw)
I like Mask a lot if you couldn’t tell. So excited to see more stuff from Felix!
Link always found it odd that people personified their weapons. He supposed it just came with the territory of finding a reliable blade. It also might have helped if he actually liked it. It was a reminder of an event, a time that never was and never will be. Yet here It is, glowing strongly with soft chimes of recognition. But that wasn't what was important right now.
What was important was the obviously lost terrified person that stood in the pouring rain.
Wielding the Master Sword… No wonder I don’t understand this person, He’s probably from millennia away!
His eyes shift to the ground. Is Cia behind this again somehow? Is there gonna be another war??
Later, he can think more about it later. For now, he should get the both of them inside. Link lets out a small breath in an attempt to calm himself. Obviously, this person hasn’t time traveled before. He remembers his first time being jarring so it’s probably best to take this slow and steady, no sudden or quick movements. He shifts the gilded sword, his reliable blade, to his right hand and holds his left up for the other to see. The stranger makes a sound that must mean recognition of the mark on his left hand. Good. Link nods as they share a mutual look of understanding. Maybe this person has the same mark. Or maybe not.
“Is everything ok? Who is that guy?” Link turns his head enough to see Malon clutching a pitchfork, seemingly ready to jump in or defend herself if need be. Talon follows close behind to peek at the stranger.
“Malon, can I sleep in your room for a bit? We’ll be housing this person here. If… that's ok…!” Malon looks over her shoulder at her father for permission who just shrugs in a ‘might as well’ manner.
“Sure!” She didn’t look sure. Though it might be more accurate to say she looked confused. Why was Link bringing a stranger into the house??
Link, waving the stranger down, turns and leads him into the house. The stranger looks unsure, but follows behind him anyway.
Link spares another glance at the gilded sword. His sword. Much like himself, she has been broken and reforged many times. Hopefully, this will be the last, for both of them.
