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fortiscandorum replied to your post: things ellie cares about link comics v...
{ but how much will she care about link when he turns into a zombie }
she'll cry while putting a bullet in his brain just to make sure he doesn't turn into a clicker. believe me once she cares even death can't stop her from feeling close
theforgottenxhero replied to your post: things ellie cares about link comics v...
*flicks hair*
narrows eyes @
evidently unfamiliar with the cat that confidently approaches the weapon & rubs its body against her leg, she merely stares upon the creature with unsure pools ———— such creatures were extinct at her birth, & creature's sudden cry only heightens her confusion ———— detected language is unknown.
[Okay so as far as I know I owe threads to surprisinglydullwitted, fortiscandorum, and theblindthief, correct? All of which should be completed within the week.]
[If there's anyone missing or if you want to start a new thread just shoot me an ask I'm 500% game]
no anon for people who have the triforce of being sorta brave or whatever :V my url
i loooooooooooooooooooooove the way you play tp link so much holy SHIT. the way you write is so beautiful, so detailed and incredibly good to read-- which is a hard thing to achieve in rps-- not to mention how you can manage to get me to read something incredibly long without it feeling repetitive, which, again, is a rare occurrence with rpers. your characterisation of link is super great and idk i just. love ur muse a lot and love rping with you *(*´∀｀*)☆ }
This Little Shop {Closed}
Zelda huffed, pushing a strand of loose hair back behind her ear and adjusting her work-required hat. It was rush hour in Hyrule Coffee Shop, the busiest time for the girl as she was one of the shops four only employees.
"I'm sorry ma'am, can you repeat that?"
The customer, annoyed with having to repeat her statement, ordered the hardest thing on the menu to prepare. Still smiling, Zelda waved the order sheet to Gonzo and he rushed off to full fill it.
"Next, please!"
This was the mantra she'd been reciting for the past 2 years of her life. "Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am, please come again, have a nice day, sir" and the every popular, "Next, please!"
She hated it. It was boring and monotonous, but necessary. Zelda needed the wages. Her full ride to Daphnes Uni may have sounded like a dream come true but with no way to support herself once she got on campus she found herself stuck and in need of work. When she wasn't at the coffee shop people could find her at her desk, doing her homework and essays days, maybe even weeks before the due-date.
It wasn't that she liked the work, it was more that she needed something to distract her from thoughts of failure. The coffee shop on business days definitely helped.
"Yes, one Ordan Pumpkin Spice Latte coming right up!"
She handed Gonzo another slip and turned back to the counter.
Zelda paused her lightning typing; however, when she eyed a boy in the back corner, an earlier customer, curled slightly in on himself, alone at a back table.
He looked almost like he was shaking.
She turned back to the angry customer and, apologizing profusely, waved Niko over to take her place at the counter.
Weaving her way through the thicket of people she managed to trip to the boy's table. He looked about her age, maybe even a student from her college.
Zelda smiled at him, "Hey, are you all right?"
Fading to Dust
The Hero of Twilight knelt before her successor and she smiled. Standing with her own Hero, who was now ready to move on, they watched as the Twilight Hero knelt before the Princess of Hyrule.
“en daʃeʋu nobe̞ ʃo̞ndʊ,” Hyrule’s princess sang, as tradition, raising her blade above the servant’s left shoulder.
“tʏe ʃʊtʊ keuænu sale̞
en daʃeʋu nobe̞ dʊʃʊ,” the Princess’s blade moved towards the hero’s other shoulder.
“tʏe ʃʊtʊ nobe̞ dezu dotʃe̞.”
When the Princess finished her song, the crowd stood up, applauding Hyrule’s new champion and Hero. Zelda turned to her own hero and took his hand in her own.
“Look what you helped save,” she gestured towards the smiling faces, before looking into the Hero of Twilight’s own.
His blue eyes gleamed with the same overwhelmed joy as her own Hero’s had once looked at this very ceremony. Although the parts of the Princess and Hero were called the Wing Ceremony in their day, instead of the Knighting Ceremony.
Suddenly, the cheering and waving stopped short, and the Hero frowned, looking down at his chest.
Zelda’s hands flew to her mouth. Screams echoed throughout the chamber as the attendants rushed for the exits and the Hero of Twilight sunk to his knees, an arrow protruding from his chest.
Her own Hero’s flesh began withering away and his hand turned bony and skeletal once again.
The Hero’s Shade rushed to the Hero of Twilight, armor clanging, and The Princess looked to the now visible Zelda, a confused plea in her eyes.
Zelda shook her head, in shock and sadness, beckoning to her grandchild.
”We cannot save him.”
The princess looked angry now, the tears once in her eyes now gone, “But you’re a spirit! You must have some power front he Goddesses if you are still around! You must save him! He saved me and my country, surely you can understand!”
Zelda looked at the Hero’s Shade, who’s body was shaking as if weeping, if skeletons could weep.
“I do understand child, more than you know. It will be hard, ruling a kingdom on your own. I am sorry you have no Hero to guide you. He deserved better.”
A tear ran down Zelda’s cheek as she brought her granddaughter into and embrace, though she looked no older than the younger’s age. Glancing again at the Hero’s Shade over the other dead Hero’s body, she whispered words that the younger princess would never forget.
“They all deserve better.”
I'M EXCITED BY MY PROGRESS AND DAUNTED BY PAINTING HAIR
I read 'innit' and suddenly Link is now from England.
