#hyrulea

[compassneedle]

@hyrulea / sc.

this one’s battle spirit confused the demon — treading lightly around him, he decides to play it safe for now; no need to get into a battle quite yet. with a keen eye, he looks to the other — before finally, he speaks,

“you have an aura about you that suggests abilities like a demon’s,” he reads him immediately, “but what exactly are you?”

[brcidablik]

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"Okay, hear me."

He puts his hands together. "What if, I teach you how to fight with a sword?"

[taleswrittenblogmoved]

@hyrulea sent " There's  nothing  wrong  with  me.  I'm  fine,  I  don't  need  help. ". ( Maeve @ Steve!)

He doesn't believe that. Not for one single second. She's different than the others in this messed up corrupt group. Whatever's going on, it bothers her too. He's not alone in it and neither is she.

"Yes you do." Steve says firmly but not harshly. He wants her to know that she's not alone in this. That he isn't like the others that constantly hurt and even kill innocent people.

There is something rotten growing throughout this group, spreading like an illness, and he refuses to let it touch him. Homelander pisses him off, he wants nothing more than to punch that smug bastard and put him in his place.

But he's biding his time, waiting to strike, waiting to take Homelander down. Homelander is everything that Steve Rogers, Captain America, stands against. He won't let this continue for much longer.

"Let me help you, Maeve."

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Scared? Fearing the very girl he humiliated at the last vortex party? No, not after the public humiliation he was answered with earlier that morning. What enraged him further was the female's audacity to question his own inquiry without acknowledging his words in the slightest or opting to deliver a proper answer. Maybe it'd have not been such a big issue if not for the massive amount of egocentricity and narcissism he suffered from. Something his allies and friends fed him on a daily basis. ❝ You think this is fun, don't you, you damned creep? ❞ The aggression in his voice was rather obvious, his fingers twitched from the intensity of anger which flowed through his veins at that very moment. He was never looked down on, let alone being questioned or humiliated.

❝ I ain't scared, you little bitch! You don't even know who the fuck I am! ❞ Nathan exclaimed, his tone just growing unhinged by each passing minute until it finally took over his psyche as it usually does when he's under pressure, feeling insecure, cornered. In one swift motion he pulled out the handgun he carried with him, the muzzle pointed directly at the female's forehead while his hand trembled under the rising anxiety that was slowly setting in, the index on his right hand hovering over the trigger similar to a landmine waiting to explode under the slightest pressure.

This wasn't what he was accustomed to. Being questioned, being pushed around, having his insecurity questioned and mocked even. No one ever dared to do so, not even Max Caulfied. Even Chloe surrendered at the gun point and wanted him to withdraw till the fire alarm saved her sorry ass and now he stood here, before a girl he loathed just as the rest two, the girl he humiliated just because she had the audacity to set her eyes on him. He couldn't understand how she even had this sudden willpower and strength to confront him after that night at the party, and that only fueled his anxiety further. It gave rise to a tension between the two which could be considered razor thin at this moment.

[honorarystripes]

@hyrulea

"So what's it like being a crime fighting queen? Can't say I know much about you but from the fact you're names Queen Maeve and that you've got the fight of a champion. I mean, is there a lot more to know?"

[taleswrittenblogmoved]

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The faint scent of wildflowers drifts in on the breeze as Zelda steps closer, her hands clasped carefully behind her back. There’s a glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes something left unsaid for far too long. ❝ Link… may I ask you something? ❞ she begins, voice soft but steady. ❝ Back then… when everything was falling apart—did you ever truly believe we would survive it? ❞

She shifts slightly, her gaze fixed on the horizon as if afraid to meet his eyes. Then, just as quickly, she forces a small, hopeful smile. ❝ I suppose I must admit… I have always had my faith in you… ❞ Even if she had her doubts in the past about him.

Link's blue eyes turn to focus on the Princess, giving a nod of his head when she asks her first question. He remains silent as the second one is asked. He's not much of a talker to begin with, though he does talk with her far more than he does anyone else.

"Sometimes, I doubted it." Link answers softly, honestly, because there were times where he doubted his own skills. Long grueling battles that often left him injured left him wondering if he had what it took to save Hyrule.

"I didn't always have faith I could save the Kingdom. There were many times I wondered if I even could." Though, it's very nice to hear the princess has always believed in him.

[dutyforged]

The cave swallowed the light behind them, sealing the outside world in a curtain of stone and shadow. Cool air coiled around Link’s skin, damp and old, like breath held for centuries. He moved quietly, his boots pressing soft impressions into the earth, the echo of his steps eaten by the cave’s silence. Every few paces, he paused to listen. The distant drip of water, the faint scuttle of something small and unseen. Nothing threatening yet.

His hand hovered near the hilt at his side, not quite touching it, but ready to draw the sword that seals the darkness from its scabbard. The torchlight behind him cast a golden flicker across the uneven walls, pulling strange shapes from the jagged rock, painting them like warnings. Moss clung to the edges of the path, and old carvings that weren't Hylian peeked through cracks in the stone, worn smooth by time but still deliberate in their design.

He didn’t speak when he was this alert, letting instinct do what words couldn’t. Every sense leaned forward, searching for a shift in the air, a sign in the dust, anything that might whisper what this place used to be.

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[chosenbythecrystal]

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With no boats going into or out of Galdin, Noctis and his friends had had no choice to make their way to Lestallum to plan their next move. Iris was there, and whilst Gladio didn't say anything out loud, Noctis had known he was worried about her so really it was killing two birds with one stone.

Gladio was with her now. Noctis thought they needed some time alone. He wasn't the only person who had lost a father, after all, and Iris was just a kid. She needed her brother. Ignis had gone shopping to replenish their supplies and Prompto was off looking for things to photograph for his album leaving Noctis to explore by himself.

Lestallum was smaller than Insomnia, but it was busy. He supposed that was, in part, down to the number of refugees who had fled their after the attack. It had its charm though. Their were bustling markets, and everywhere he looked their was a different food vendor. He was currently munching on a spicy skewer he'd picked up from one of them, and he had to say it was amazing.