#hyruleanlegends

[serandipity]

@hyruleanlegends gets a starter for Shi!

The malice had been exorcised, and while that returned some semblance of consciousness to Sheik, he wasn't entirely there. His memories had been entirely stolen for the most part. There were a few of Zelda and maybe a few of Impa left.

But nothing of Shi had remained. He didn't remember anything of their childhood. He only had the vaguest sense that he knew the other.

That made interacting rather awkward.

And Shi tended to visit. A lot. Sheik didn't know why, and no one told him. It was rather frustrating how much they seemed to withhold from him.

"You're here again. Orders or something else?" Sheik asked the other as he saw Shi standing in the door way.

[dragonliiight]

@hyruleanlegends liked for a shippy starter.

Dion draped a blanket over the dozing man's form. He had spent much of the day tinkering with some kind of contraption. His hands were bruised and calloused from the work-- all to protect the sleeping Goddess. It was admirable to say the least.

"You'll catch a cold sleeping out here like that. I'll take watch, you should go rest in the temple."

[sapientiiae]

@hyruleanlegends asked: "I'll do anything for a woman with a knife." flirty prompts

The words left the princess amused, though she was also tempted to roll her eyes. A kunai knife dangled from betwixt slender fingers, swinging back and forth as the Hylian continuously gave a small jiggle of her wrist. It would have been so easy to flick her wrist and send that same blade flying wherever she pleased, a skill that had been honed with the Sheikah’s assistance.

The general of the Hyrulean Army did occasionally manage to catch the royal off guard with pretty words or actions, which would then morph her into a silent and red-faced mess, but not tonight. Tonight the  royal was feeling too mischievous, as suggested by the impish grin that had found permanent residence on coral painted lips. With another flick of her wrist, she now sent the blade circling around her pointer before it was back to dangling precariously between her fingers once more; all the while, her gaze never once left the frost-haired woman that stood in front of her.

“Is that so? Are you certain? Perhaps even willing to make a bet?” Her grin broadened as she tossed the kunai into the air before catching it once more, her calculated precision preventing the sharpened blade from doing any damage. “Because I am willing to bet that despite the fact that I am a woman and do happen to carry a knife in my possession,” she continued, the very knife she spoke of glinting in the light, “I could think of a handful of things you would not be willing to do.”

[tenebriism]

@hyruleanlegends requested a starter and received : PIPIT !

" Hold on a minute... shouldn't you be in TRAINING? " If nobody ELSE is going to give the pompadour sporting resident a hard time, then leave it to the sky island's beloved Star Student to step in and pick up the slack. It's something of a ROUTINE now, even despite Groose's notable GROWTH after the chaos that had befallen their otherwise peaceful home. " Come on, then. I was just headed there myself. "

[silverxone]

@hyruleanlegends asked: 'i'd prefer not to wear that dress' a court of thorns and roses prompt

If she were being completely honest with herself, she couldn’t blame him; she didn’t want to wear the dress either. It was one of Ianthe’s latest selections—a fluffy and frilly thing with a brocade bodice and layers of rose-hued lace and silk. 

It looked stuffy and ridiculously gaudy, the first selection since meeting the High Priestess that had Feyre recoiling at the sight. Though she did briefly wonder how it might serve as a fire starter.

“Yes, I understand, but I am expected to wear that dress. Ianthe and the sentries will be looking for me—you—to be wearing this dress. If they see you wearing this dress and roaming through the gardens, they’ll assume it’s me,” she explained, or that was what she was hoping for at least. Tamlin had become overprotective since their return from Under the Mountain, suffocating her in their own home. If she could keep his court distracted long enough for her to sneak past the gate, she might actually obtain the fresh air (and small break of freedom) she’d so desperately yearned for.

How she’d managed to get a room alone with Sheik, much less get him to humor her plan when they’d only recently met, was another story entirely. 

“We are close in height, and the points of our ears are similar enough that it won’t be noticeable from a distance…” Damn the superior eyesight of the fae, able to pick apart the most minute details from a distance she wouldn’t have fathomed before she was made. 

“Your hair on the other hand….” That was the biggest drawback. With hair as golden as his, he stood a better chance of passing for Ianthe than herself, but they’d come too far for her to let that deter her now. 

“Please! They will be looking for me soon, and it’s going to take you a while to get the dress on! Hurry and put it on while I figure out what to do about your hair. I promise I will make it up to you!”

Eventually. Maybe. If Tamlin or Lucien didn’t lock her away after this.

[serandipity]

@hyruleanlegends liked for a starter

To say things had been difficult since Zelda and Link had disappeared was an understatement. Everyone was looking for them, and for those who couldn't look they were simply left to wait.

It was hard to sleep in those cases. Sheik was worried about his twin, but what could he do? He didn't even have a loftwing...The Goddess had chosen not bless him with one.

Sheik was hiding away in the library when he heard a loud thump, it startled him from his book. He looked over to see the cause, only to find a surprise -- Groose. To say they didn't get along... was an understatement. Groose had eyes for Zelda, so that meant anyone who was close to her was treated.... like an obstacle.

Normally, he avoided the library though. Of course, now that there eyes had met there was no way for Sheik to simply ignore him. "....I thought you said books were for chumps and losers. Why are you in the library now?"

[sapientiiae]

@hyruleanlegends asked: "I'm terrified of thunder/lightning." Stated incredibly reluctantly. rainy day sentence starters

When dark clouds began to roll towards Hyrule, it was a sign that a storm was coming. When the wind picked up and a damp scent filled the air, it was a warning that the storm would be here sooner rather than later. 

Zelda had dressed in the most basic gown she owned, her cloak with the Sheikah’s Eye of Truth embroidered into it over that, and the cloak’s hood lifted to better conceal her face. The goal for the evening had been to blend in with the rest of Castle Town’s residents when she accompanied Shi, needing a break from her royal duties and seeking an evening of fun with someone she was close to in an area she seldom had the chance to visit.

Shi, however, had seemed a bit on edge once the storm clouds had started to build, his attention shifting to the sky every so often. He’d even made a suggestion, more than once, that they return to the palace. Once the wind started to howl and the vendors began to shut down their stalls, he became adamant that they return right away.

They made it past the fountains and under the next set of stone arches when the rain came, a torrential downpour that soaked everyone and thing in its path — them included. Now forced to run the rest of the way, Shi urging her to quicken her pace, they’d just slipped back through the door they’d snuck out of when a snap of lightning cracked, illuminating the entirety of Hyrule’s dark sky.

She swore Shi had nearly jumped out of his skin before he slammed the door shut, the impact of the door nearly rivaling the thunder’s boom that echoed down the stone corridor.

When asked, Shi hadn’t bothered giving a response, simply brushing the situation off. It wasn’t until Zelda brought up a platter of tea and tea cakes to the fireplace he was currently perched in front of that he finally confessed what had been bothering him. She’d barely even heard the words, spoken so soft and almost begrudgingly. 

“Shi….why did you not tell me before? I would have left as soon as we noticed the dark clouds, had I only known.”

[sapientiiae]

@hyruleanlegends asked: " can you try to explain ? " the sounds of nightmares

“I have! Twice!”

The Princess of Hryule had always believed herself to be a patient person, especially when she considered what she had to put up with daily between new recruits and soldiers underestimating their opponents. Sometimes she think Impa relished at the sight, snickering under her breath because she believed it payback for the asinine behavior she’d have to put up with as general of the army.

This time, however, a situation had unfolded that surpassed her daily frustrations combined. 

How was he still not getting it? 

The battles they’d fought over the passing weeks had started to blur together. Portals had opened across the land, with allies of Hyrule’s heroes past once again stepping forward to defend the kingdom. Thus far, each warrior they’d come across had been exactly that…a warrior. Each new face demonstrated promise on the battle field — efficiently wielding a weapon or magic to do their bidding. 

So where had he come from? Or a better question: why was he here?

Despite wanting nothing more than to let out an audible groan, Zelda refrained. She did, however, temporarily turn her back to the man that looked as if he had a red shark’s fin for hair, using the moment to kneed at her temples in an attempt to ebb the approaching headache. 

Perhaps the third time was the charm?

“Strong magic has been tampered with, which has resulted in various portals opening throughout Hyrule. Each time someone has stepped through, it has been a person from the past that knew one of Hylia’s reincarnated heroes. It looks like you happened to step through one of those portals, which is how you ended up here. Where are you from? Any details you can provide would be helpful.”

Maybe someone else he knew was here. Then he could be their problem.