#likeclockwcrk

[lightumbra]

@likeclockwcrk asked:  if the powers that be allowed it, i would tell you what destiny awaits this land. the golden wolf sighed, low and melancholy, as he rested his exhausted head upon the lap of the imprisoned princess. you must not dwell on that which you cannot control, descendent of light.

"you ask too much of me," her answer came gently, the barest hint of a laugh in her voice and a soft smile hidden behind her cloak. a gloved hand smoothed the fur along the wolf's head, soft and reverent. "i know that i cannot control the outcome, and that it is out of my hands, and yet..."

her head tilted, gaze shifting from the golden beast to the window. she had taken to looking out over her kingdom since her imprisonment, mourning for her people and her land, but as of late...it held less grief. there was a small glimmer of hope, and her eyes wandered the horizon as though she might see a change, might see the sun, for the first time in ages. "i cannot help myself but to wonder how those two are faring. if they are making progress...if they are doing well." could she forgive herself if the two found themselves hurt, or starving, or cold in their journey? "...and i cannot help but wonder if, perhaps, i should have tried to stop them from going."

the imp wouldn't have listened, of course, and to do so would have crushed the only small bit of hope she'd felt. but it was not their burden to carry, it was hers. it should have been hers.

she closed her eyes, her hand drawing still for just a moment as her body tensed, before returning her gaze to the wolf.

“or...should i have gone in their stead?” she had thought of it often; it was her duty to save her kingdom, but she worried.

the door to her prison had no lock, and yet a guard came by to check on her throughout the day. she could leave any time she wished, and yet what would the consequences be? would it be taken out on her people?

she sighed.

"i have been so paralyzed by my own grief and guilt...that poor youth should not be putting himself at risk, it is not his responsibility..."

[bransles]

@likeclockwcrk​ said : don't. the golden wolf's teeth grip the edge of octavo's coat, pulling back to hold him still, but without the pressure to rip the fabric. the way forward is dangerous. turn back.

the words flutter in his ears,  resonating like some ghostly echo,  as ghastly as the wolf himself.  the slightest tug on his coat was more than enough to stop him in his tracks,  lest the thing tear  —  his clothes were far from inexpensive,  so as if he’d let it be ruined by some goddess’s lap dog.  he turned to look down at the mutt with an awful mixture of disdain and determination burning in his eyes like a field of marigolds on fire.

dangerous?  had octavo not been walking a dangerous path the entire time,  with him trying to stop him at nearly every turn?  the voice that lingered in the air between them before had not been so . . . what would he call this?  more serious,  but it wasn’t as if the wolf clearly wasn’t serious before.

the portal that sat in front of them would lead to the future where ganon was meant to wait for him.  and perhaps his death awaited there,  as well.  just as the fortune teller had foretold.  where octavo had once been indignant,  it was quickly replaced with curiosity;  what was the wolf sensing beyond that threshold?

“ i opened the portal to when ganon is supposed to have risen to power, ”    he began,  though voice firm,    “ it will lead me to the beast,  and i will face him. ”

the wolf already knew that.

“ do you sense it?  ganon’s power? ”    all the more reason for him to step through and try with his life to put an end to it.

“ if i die,  at least i may be remembered for how i faced him head - on,  then forgotten as an unfortunate causality. ”

[benevellc]

❝ Interesting... Never in my life would I ever think that I would be able to meet one of his past incarnations... or even any type of incarnation at all! ❞ One of her hands was put on her chin with an interested expression on her face.  ❝ Is it okay for me to know which one you are? ❞ // @likeclockwcrk​

[silentkniight]

‘ i may not believe in fate , but i believe in you ’

ask prompt : accepting

He blinks- his youthful eyes widening at the wiser one’s words. It was brief, yet sincere enough for Link to take to heart. His voice alone held enough weight from the thousands of years he wandered along this soil alone- that much Link could tell. 

But of course, ignorance is bliss- as the newfound hero responds back with uncertainty. “Why?” He dares to question back with a small furrow of his brow. It wasn’t so much that he was skeptical of the other. Belief was not something he lacked. 

No, he just couldn’t understand, is all. What is it about him that stirred hope in others? Was it his title as the hero, his courageousness? He has been told the same thing by many others before- but none have told him why. None have given him a reason to believe in himself. 

After all, just being titled a hero doesn’t cut it. He needs to prove his worth- prove that there’s no room for failure, not when everything is at stake. Because in the end, he’s a person under the guise of a hero, a one-man army against a force which seems almost unstoppable.

He’s just a kid fighting a God’s battle. 

[ofregium]

likeclockwcrk replied to your post:  “I wasn’t aware that fishing could be such...

don’t involve yourself in it – it’ll only end badly, and add fire to this debate.

“...but there must be one way that’s more efficient than others..” 

[ofregium]

‘ but you kept trying , didn’t you ? ’

“I had to. No matter how many times i failed i could not afforded to give up. There were so many people relying on me, so many who had lost their lives due to my mistakes. I didn’t want their deaths to be in vain...” 

[silindexlossehelin]

@likeclockwcrk

“... Hero.... I do not think that the man who rented you the fishing pole will be happy to know you snuck it out to Lake Hylia.” 

[shadefccted-blog]

There he is, standing with a bag of treats in his hand. A rather odd one, at that, with all the flashy colors of the rainbow on it, and ‘GAY’ written in glitter on the package. And he shakes it, just enough so that the treats inside make a soft rattling sound.  He’s doing it. He’s calling the gay.