[Image Description: A lineart drawing of Linked Spirit's Skyward Sword Zelda pointing angrily at the dragon Faron, while standing on Groose's shoulders. Faron looks offended, glaring at the finger on her nose. "You WILL look for Link, I don't CARE how below you that is or how capable you think he is! He could be doing something stupid and dangerous RIGHT NOW!" Zelda rants. Groose looks wide-eyed, and mutters "Oh shoot. The Point." End ID]
Meanwhile, back with Zelda after she realizes Sky "ran off again" and this time nobody can find him anywhere nearby (she, unlike Princess, has no idea that ae got accidentally kidnapped by a Time-Traveling Spirit)
Director Hope, can I get a redraw of comic page 5?
[Image Description: 3 panels drawn in an angular line art style for Linked Spirit. 1: Groose leans a hand on Sky's head. "Hi Link, Zelda is Obsessed with you. So am I." he says. Sky says "Same" 2: Sky gestures at Hero's Spirit who waves. "This is our new ghost son." 3: Groose holds Sky up by the arm pits, "You're crazy." Next to this is a close up of Groose kissing Sky with a "Smooooch" behind the drawing. End ID]
Hope: I can NOT be the only one who saw that close up and said they needed to kiss. right? Like, what are your faces so close for except to kiss.
"Why do you think she picked you?" Groose had asked one day.
They had been laying in the grass after a day placing roofing. Sky had to stop because his arm had started shaking, pain tingling up and down the arm... It still hadn't stopped. Groose had laid down to rest with him, claiming he was also utterly exhausted. Sky knew he wasn't.
Sky raised an eyebrow, "Because Jakamar taught me how to repair roofs?- you know, when those pumpkin-drunk loftwings crashed into-"
"No, idiot, I know why you're leading the roof building! Even though I can totally figure it out in ten seconds. I-" Groose frowned, looking intently at the clouds above them. "Why did Zelda- Hylia, whichever one fits better here- Why did she pick you?"
Sky's first impulse was to demand why it was even a question. To act like his own Loftwing and bite and scratch the old bully. Metaphorically.... ok, only slightly metaphorically. Regardless, he PROVED himself. But Groose's gaze wasn't filled with a better than thou energy. He wasn't glaring or grumbling. He was. ...Sad?
Ae sighed, sitting up. "Because Zelda and I were close, is how she explained it. I loved her too much to care about the danger. Could've been anyone."
"No, no that's not it. Everyone loved Zelda, and many did enough to fight for her. I certainly did. But love wasn't enough." Groose sighed, shaking his head, "She picked you, she picked you to be her best friend, she chose you."
Sky stared at him, then glanced at the blue sky above them. He could see Zelda's loftwing flying idly in the distance. He breathed softly, "... I just know I can't live without her... It was making sure Zelda was safe- or death."
Groose scrambled and scooted over to him, leaning heavily on him. Sky let himself lean into him.
"I'm starting to think it's your stubbornness." Groose decided, "You're far more stubborn than anyone in Skyloft. Stubborn enough to take what's supposed to kill you, and use it against a demon." He flicked Sky in the forehead.
Sky grinned, sharp, "Oh, no that wasn't stubbornness. That was pure and unadulterated rage."
Groose gave Sky a stare. "I think I should start being more scared of you."
[Image Description: A colored line-up of various Legend of Zelda characters for the Linked Spirit AU. The characters read left-to-right: "Marin, she/her, pre-Hyule Warriors" is a young redhead girl with a purple cloak and maroon and white dress. She has her hands politely held in front of her. "Groose, he/him, Skyward Sword" is a redheaded man with his hands on his hips, wearing a blue tunic and a green caplet. "Greg Moblin, he/him, LoZ 1" is a large gold bulldog like moblin holding a flower in his hands. He wears a red shirt and pants, with a green poncho. "Purah, she/her, Breath of the Wild" a young teenager wearing a black poofy skirt and a tan shirt and coat with red accents. She has a red streak in her white hair, posing with her hand next to her face. "Tulin, he/him, Breath of the Wild" is a pullet age white Rito with one arm as a wing and the other arm ends with a Wind Waker style hand and wing 'sleeve' "Aror, he/him, Twilight Princess, Crossbow Training" is a child Twili oc with red hair and wears a green over the shoulder wrap over a white tunic. "Midna, she/her, Twilight Princess" is a older Twili, with long fluffy ears wearing a black and teal collared cape, She wears a dark purple skirt with a grey fur trim and a wolf head belt clip on the side of her hip. "Medli, she/her, Wind Waker" is a teenaged white Rito, her red hair in a ponytail. She holds a hand to her chest. "Aryll, she/her, Wind Waker" is a young teen with her hand raised excitedly. She wears a purple skirt with a skull pattern, and a blue shirt with flower patterns. She has the Wind Waker's starter sail wrapped around her waist. "Ol' Niko, he/him, Wind Waker, Spirit Tracks" is an elderly man, smiling with his hands on his cane. He wears a red and white stripped shirt with a blue vest. "Gulley, he/him, A Link Between Worlds" is a blond child wearing Link's Cap and a matching green vest over his yellow tunic. He has his hands on his hips. "Ravio, he/him, A Link to the Past, A Link Between Worlds" is a teenager with dark hair that fades into light blue. He waves, winking, wearing a floor length purple robe and dark purple blue. "Grandpa Smith, he/him, Minish Cap, Four Swords Adventures" is a greying beared man, drying his hands on a cloth. He wears a long leather apron over his green tunic, and wears a green bandana. "Skull Kid, he/him, Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask" is a Skull Kid wearing a orange hat and tunic, with green shorts, collar, and gloves. He has a v like mark on his forehead. He holds up a horned skull mask in front of him. "Lady Alma, she/her, Wand of Gamelon" is a young woman with short red hair and a tiara. She raises a hand to her chin dantily, wearing a teal shirt and darker teal skirt. End ID]
A few "NPCs"
I can't say ALL of them will make an appearance in the comic, actually, but these are NPCs that are important to the Links, in one way or another, while also having a few significant design differences from canon (thus why no Linebeck or spryte lol.)
(And unfortunately because it's a Backstory I and everyone else must suffer the sense that things aren't Resolved lol)
Summary: Zelda & Link have always been inseparable. Now, Link fights Demise, the creature that separated them, even as he's on the verge of collapse... when the battle is done, Link just can't seem to slot himself back next to Zelda as smoothly as they used to.
Warnings: injury, ignoring injury, spoilers for the end of Skyward Sword but like. So is the comic. Zelda has Hylia Guilt annnd... angst. Ye.
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There was a time before Demons and Goddess reborn. Before endless cycles of battle. When the sky was blue and cloudy. The air crisp. Skyloft had felt much bigger back then. When it was the only place they knew. When the place beneath the clouds was a legend, a fantasy.
The little orphan boy followed the headmasters daughter closely, as he often did when they were young. Small hand in hers. The pair were still equally small, and had recently traded wardrobes. Link's old dress looked much nicer on Zelda, that was for sure. Link also much preferred Zelda's old tunic shirt on himself. It was especially nice because it smelled like her still.
“Hey- er- Zelda!” Groose said, waving excitedly at her. His red hair was tied up in a little ponytail right at the top of his head.
Link leaned over to whisper to Zelda “Umbrella.”
She laughed, “Link, be nice.”
Groose frowned, putting his hands on his hips. “What did he just say?”
“Oh, he's just being silly.” Zelda said with another giggle.
“Hmph. Well, I just learned how to do a loop-d-loop with my loftwing! Do ya wanna watch?”
Link shifted to hide behind Zelda.
“Oh, not right now. Link and I are gonna go looking for butterflies,” Zelda said. She gestured her head at Link behind her.
“...Oh.” Groose mumbled. He frowned, folding his arms, “Well when are you not doing something with Link?”
Zelda considered. She shrugged, “I don't know?”
“Uhg, why do you even hang out with him!? All he does is stare at clouds and catch bugs! How is that any fun? He doesn't even talk!” Groose complained, throwing his hands up.
Link hid further behind Zelda. She frowned, stepping forward, “He's my best friend! He's super sweet and funny and super cool! So maybe you should shut up! I don't think I wanna be your friend if you can't be friends with Link!”
Groose pouted, “Well…n- Nevermind then!” he turned and ran.
Link watched him go, then looked at Zelda. “Thanks,” he whispered.
“I'll always protect you!” Zelda exclaimed, turning to take his hand and raise it to the sky with hers. “We'll be best friends forever and ever and nobody is ever gonna get between us!”
Link smiled and nodded firmly.
-*-
10 years later and nothing would get between him and his best friend. Not even the Demon King.
The sky was dark. Oppressive dark magic filled the endless world of storm. Lightning made of pure rage and malice crashed through the swirling dark clouds.
The Master Sword raised Skyward like a beacon of defiance. The lightning struck down upon him. Ae channeled all the boiling rage of his own and redirected it against the Demon King. Before it could consume him.
Link ignored the pain crashing through his body. Ignored the insistent chime from Fi reminding him he was very close to outright collapsing or even dying. Ae could do this. He would be fast enough, he would be strong enough, he would be smart enough. Nothing. Would. Take Zelda. From him. Again!
He slashed repeatedly into Demise's chest. His blood boiled in his veins. His gaze sharp and focused. Aer breaths made with careful precision.
Demise was strong and firm. His movements sharp and heavy. Link's legs shook with the efforts to remain standing as Demise's blade struck against his shield. Link flipped out of Demise's range, eyes flickering at the demonic skies. There was no holy light here to call. Only electric power and anger.
Link rose his sword Skyward as Demise strode toward him. Stalking aer like prey.
Link grunted and stumbled slightly against the force of pure energy crashing against his blade. Fi captured it, sparks crackling dangerously close to his skin. He panted, swallowing down the fear closing around his throat. He swung his sword toward Demise as he rose his own. The blades cracked together.
Lightning erupted over Link's body, the crash shocking his senses. His body seizing from the God's power. It felt nothing like the electric powers found in the Desert. It was seared into him with pure contempt for his existence.
A buzz in the ozone. Hair standing on end. Demise's electrified blade struck against his chest, pushing Link back into the pool of thin waters. Link could barely feel aer face. He breathed out slowly.
Ae struggled to take another breath in.
The sky was hazy and dark. Get up. Get up. GET. UP. He refused to slow down now.
Link rolled as Demise's blade crashed down against where he would've been. Ae tumbled into a stand, pulling out a half-full bottle of red liquid. He downed all the flower-sweet crimson potion in one gulp. Ae choked on it, feeling it buzz against the fuzz in his brain and the cotton in his mouth.
He dodged another attempt at a blow, flipping backwards. Ae dropped the empty bottle entirely. He grabbed the Master Sword and thrust it to the Sky again. His eyes focused even as his vision seemed to play tricks with him.
Lighting cracked around the blade. Zelda's hair golden and long like a flash of light.
Link yelled and sliced the electric power at the God with breakneck speed. Zelda's smile as she demonstrated an arching motion with a wooden sword.
Zelda. Limp and unconscious, warm brown color drained from her face. Her body draped in Groose's arms. Link hit Demise with a flurry of quick, precise strikes. Aer blood pounded in aer veins. Fi's blade nearly glowed, shining and swift against the shadows of the Demon King.
He pushed Demise onto his back with a splash of ink dark waters. He screamed a yell of rage and lept. Electricity cracked around Fi's blade. The pulsing rage of it almost seemed to follow his whim, now. He drove the sword into Demise's chest. He was strangely still for a flash. The sky rolled with thunder. Link flipped back. Ready.
Demise stumbled back to a stand, wavering. His blade rose, then fell, crashing to the ground. Ghirahim's sword form vanished in a flurry of dark smoke. Link glared intently. There had to be another move. Something the demon had prepared. A beastal form? Like the Imprisoned?
Demise panted, almost laughing, “Extraordinary. You stand as a paragon to your kind, human.”
Link stared, unsettled. He shifted, keeping his sword close and ready. Briefly, he glanced around for a sign that Ghirahim might materialise to attack him from above or behind.
“You fight like no man or demon I have ever known. Though this is not the end.”
They both labored for breath. Link couldn't see any inkling of a transformation. His scales shimmered slightly, but not with dark power. It seemed more like light, crackling and overpowering the dark that created the demon.
“My hate… never perishes. It is born anew in a cycle with no end! I will rise again!” Demise exclaimed to the windless world.
Link's brows furrowed deeper. His breaths felt shallow and difficult. He ignored blistering pain shooting through his arm and hand. He would see this through. Ae had to stay standing. He had to. Just. Stay standing.
Demise raised his hand slowly, pointing, “Those like you… Those who share the blood of the goddess and the spirit of the hero… they are eternally bound to this curse.” Demise heaved a laboured breath. “An Incarnation of my hatred shall ever follow your kind, dooming them to wander a blood-soaked sea of darkness for all time!” The Demon King laughed, maniacal as his form shimmered like a ghost.
Link's heart pounded heavily against his chest. A booming painful cacophony. He held firm. Ready and alert even as Demise vanished into a puff of smoke.
Fi chimed. Link glanced at the glowing sword, his friend, expression softening. Ae shifted to raise the sword Skyward, slower than ae usually would. His arm ached and stung with the effort.
The lingering darkness gathered into the blade. Fi spoke into the endless sky, finally turning a peaceful blue. “I have confirmed the eradication of the Demon King.” Link let out a heaved sigh of relief, looking up to the clouds. He felt the lingering tension in his body fade. His vision swirled and wavered, the blues and whites hazy. Ae felt close to collapse. He stiffened back up again. Ae could pull it together. Ae needed to get to Zelda. Check if she was alright. Prove to Impa and his goddess that he and Fi were successful. Prove to Zelda she was finally safe.
“His residual consciousness has been absorbed into the Master Sword…” Fi said softly. His sword arm shook slightly. He glanced at Fi. “And is now sealed away.” Link closed his eyes, and light returned him to the sealed grounds.
-*-
“Hey, wake up sleepy head.” A soft voice said. Gentle fingers brushing against his forehead. Zelda. His brows pinched and he turned further into the mattress… Which didn't feel quite like a mattress. It was warm and the fabric was wrong. Not to mention the vague sense everything was moving.
“Link? Please wake up,” Zelda said, sounding more frightened, sad. Ae groaned, shifting to open his eyes. Zelda seemed like she was glowing. A blur of pale blonde and a white dress. Just how often did he need reminding she was a reincarnated goddess? So far beyond his reach… Now she had to glow to be beyond his sight even with her next to him?
“Oh, oh good-” She said. She definitely looked like she was walking. Why were they moving if he was asleep-
“He's gonna be fine,” Groose said somewhere above him, “He was moving and grooving just fine for at least 20 minutes, right?” Oh. Groose was carrying aer. They'd said goodbye to Fi, to Impa- twice- and he'd looked back at the Master Sword and… then… then…. The world had lurched upward and everything was bright and blank.
“I'm just worried his injuries are worse than they look… Goodness, his face-” Zelda's hand brushed against aer cheek. It stung. He made a soft whine, pulling away slightly. “Oh, oh! I'm so sorry-” she stammered, sounding a lot more like she used to when she fretted over aer. Ae giggled despite aerself. He missed her so much… He tried to reach for her hand, but his right side felt pinned, tingling with pain and exertion. He shifted and brought his left hand to her hand instead.
“We're going to take you home, okay? It's going to be okay! It's fine, you're fine.” Zelda moved her hand away and became a blur of motion. With the little hiccups Link had to assume she was wiping away more tears…
Link sighed softly. He briefly considered demanding Groose let him walk on his own… but… this felt nice. Ae was exhausted anyway. So instead he pulled on Groose's shirt to get him to move closer to Zelda. Groose didn't quite catch the intentions, and instead he leaned his big dumb head down to obscure all of Link's currently very limited vision.
He glared lightly.
“You look like a pirate with that squinty look you're doing.” Groose commented. Link smacked his chest. “See Zelda, ae's fine! He probably only collapsed because he's been running on no sleep for like a month.”
“Ohhhhh,” She whined, not sounding comforted at all.
Link reached to her again but instead of Zelda's touch, ae felt a billow of wind and heard an unmistakable chime-
“Woah! Ally-up!” Groose exclaimed with a whoop and they were flung upwards into the air. Link completely lost sight of Zelda in the whirlwind. A sense of panic and dread clutched his chest and his throat.
Groose held onto him tightly. Groose whistled. A screech from a loftwing. Link yelped as he got nearly squished between a body of feathers and Groose. “Sorry sorry-” Groose whispered. “That could've been gentler.”
Link struggled to adjust aer self enough to get into a more secure and comfortable position. “Stop squirming, you're gonna knock us off balance. it'll only be a few minutes.” Groose grumbled.
Link snorted a huff. A red blur swooped above them, shrieking.
“WOAH you big red brute, he's fine! I've got him!” Groose exclaimed to Crimson.
Link wanted to clarify just who the big red brute was here, Crimson or Groose, but the joke couldn't make it past a wheeze in his throat.
Link hooked his left arm around Groose's shoulder and pulled himself up closer to a sitting position. Groose and his Loftwing both squawked in protest. The world spun and blurred around him. Something wooshed back and forth in his ears. It didn't feel like the wind. His own heartbeat, maybe. He reached up to his Loftwing's beak, giving him a gentle pat. Crimson churred, satisfied, and backed away, swooping to fly under them.
“Oh. Thanks,” Groose grumbled, “...Dunderhead.”
Link didn't have the energy to argue. Blue. Blue blue blue- why was Zelda's loftwing the color of the sky, why was she so hard to see- “Zelda-” Link rasped. Voice quiet and scratchy. It felt like the first time ae had spoken aloud since Zelda had fallen through the clouds…It might have been.
“Oh. She's just ahead of us. She's speeding like a firecracker too, I think she's gonna grab some people to meet us when we land.”
Link struggled to look into the distance enough to spot her. It was harder to breathe in the sky. The air thin, his breaths shallow and wheezing. The blue skies all blurred back out into darkness. Aer head lulled before ae could stop it.
“Link?!”
Blur. Grainy moments. Their voices were so loud but so distant. His body heavy and light all at once. It was just too hard to wake up…
“OH I think he's waking up!” Zelda shouted over her shoulder. Practically in his ears, but he didn't care. Her face was much closer and thankfully much clearer.
Footsteps thundered into the room. Groose, Link assumed, from the stumbling sound. A slower footfall entered shortly after, Headmaster Gaepora maybe?
Link didn't turn to look. Ae just smiled softly at Zelda. She smiled back, eyes teary. Ae wished she could stop crying… it was over. She said so herself.
Link reached up to wipe her tears. He frowned softly as he noted the bandage wrapped around the entirety of his right hand and arm. It hadn't been that bad… right?
Zelda leaned against his touch, grabbing his left wrist with both her hands. “Stop scaring me, you jerk.”
He slowly pulled his hands from hers, signing, “I'm okay. Tired.”
“Have you really not slept for a month? I know better than to trust Groose at his word but-”
Groose huffed, but didn't interrupt with protest. …Weird, Link decided.
Zelda brushed a thumb under his left eye, where dark circles were very likely to be. He closed his eyes, sighing. “You really look so tired.” She said softly.
Ae couldn't really dignify that with a response. Sleep had become a battle of its own lately. Dreams of the myriad of ways he could've lost Zelda had been near constant any time he'd slept long enough to dream.
She leaned over and hugged him, voice lowering to a whisper. “I'm sorry. I didn't- you're too kind. I would hate me if I was you. So much. I made you do such dangerous and horrible things in my name-”
“No-” Link whispered… Don't say that-
Zelda leaned back so she could look at him.
“I trust-” His signs were cut off without his input. His arm shook, tingling with pain pain pain- How did he ignore it before? Electricity seizing his heart with a slash of a blade. Burns curling against his hand-
“Link?”
The shaking slowed. Ae swallowed heavily, staring at aer hand.
“Zelda, may I?” Gaepora asked softly.
She nodded, making space for Gaepora to sit beside them. Zelda leaned into her father's side, sighing softly. Gaepora smiled at her, kissing the top of her head before turning back to Link.
“Link, what caused these injuries? I haven't seen anything like this before.”
He sighed, forming the words carefully with his hands, far too focused on the motions to feel anything more than monotone. “Lightning. Sword. Demon.” He hesitated, then mimed raising the Master Sword up, and the crackle of lightning traveling through it. Trapped by Fi. Then a strike to his blade, and chaos, lightning jumping from his sword and through his arm.
“Ah. That explains the intensity of the burns on your hand.” Gaepora took his right hand gently to look at, carefully. “Do you feel anything?”
Link snorted, grimacing a bit exaggeratedly, “Yes. O W.”
Gaepora shook his head, very gently squeezing his pinky, one of the least injured fingers, “Can you feel the touch, though?”
He frowned, focusing. Slowly, ae nodded.
Gaepora hummed sceptically, letting go, “I'm taking that as ‘a little’.”
Link sighed, shifting to lay flat, looking up at the ceiling. Ae supposed the scepticism was fair.
“Well. The main thing I'm concerned with is how shallow your breathing sounds and how hard your heart seemed to be working earlier. The burns and cuts should heal, but we have no way to know how that lightning will affect you.” Gaepora said softly, “We'll keep watching you, okay? Just be careful.”
Link nodded, closing his eyes again.
-*-
The woosh and thunk of the ax against the wood was pleasantly familiar, even if Link wasn't the one cutting. He watched Zelda take a final whack at the tree. It crackled and fell neatly. He sighed. She was getting the hang of it very quickly. She didn't even need any advice. With the dangerous section done, he decided he might as well help more than just supervise. The site they'd set up building the house was within shouting distance. He carefully grabbed a finished bundle of wood and started walking.
“Link! What are you doing? Be careful!” Zelda shouted as she rushed toward him.
He groaned loudly. He was going to start screaming every time he heard those words. He continued walking. He was being careful with this batch of wood, thank you very much. He wasn't even using his bandaged hand.
Zelda grabbed the wood from him, “Here, I can do it-” She said with a smile. After she'd already taken the wood. She adjusted her grip, “Do you remember what part of the frame this was for?”
Link frowned, “I had it!” He protested, throwing his hands up.
“I know!” Zelda said, smiling far too wide, “It's fine though, I can do it! It's barely anything compared to what you've done…”
He looked up to the sky, but he knew the Goddess wasn't going to guide him. … She was trying, however. He sighed. “It's for the right wall.”
“Oh perfect!” Zelda started walking, and Link sighed, following.
“So you just want me to find the right woods, and that's it, huh?” ae mumbled.
“You really should be resting, I have it handled by now-” Zelda started. She looked at him, and something about his furrowed expression must have made her smile fall slightly. She turned to look forward, “You helped a lot with the plans, you're really doing more than you need to!”
“I'm a woodworker,” Link said as an explanation. He needed to do something with his hands. Ae couldn't just sit around while everyone else helped build their house.
“And you're fantastic at it, but that doesn't mean we can't help you!” Zelda said, “Please… just let me help you.” She said softly.
Ae sighed. With another glance up at the sky, ae nodded. Silence stretched between them. It felt awkward… When did silence between them start feeling so uncomfortable?
“I love you.” Link mumbled, just to say it. To fill the space. To confirm they were still best friends.
“I know.” Zelda said, voice thick with some sort of sadness. A guilt he couldn't figure out how to stop her from believing. “I love you too.”
He watched her for a moment, carrying the burden he had intended to take. Ae sighed, gripping his bandaged hand. It stung slightly still, sending a tingle through his whole arm. “I know,” he nearly whispered, feeling like he had to force it out... Strange, how he had to grow out of his childhood silence all over again.
“Oh there you two are!” Groose shouted with a wave. “Look!” He gestured to the house's frame, nearly complete already.
Link smiled softly, “You're insane.”
“Oh wow. Impressive work Groose!” Zelda cheered. She laughed, running over to hug Groose. He blinked, face flushing bright red over her shoulder. “It's going to be so beautiful!” Zelda cheered, squeezing him.
Link laughed and meandered around the structure. He smiled, looking it over. Groose was a fantastic engineer. He sat in the grass, closing his eyes to imagine the finished work. He could just picture Zelda's fiber art hanging in the rafters and walls. Groose's little workout space in a corner. His work bench in another- his hand started shaking again. He opened his eyes, feeling a wetness well in the corners. Would he ever get back to whittling? It certainly wasn't particularly safe with a shaky hand. ...A lot of things weren't, it seemed.
A warm body settled next to him, and then another on his other side. Zelda leaned in, “Are you okay? Is it hurting? Do you need something?”
Link swallowed and shook aer head. “I'm fine.” He sucked in a breath, rubbing his eyes gently. “Just got lost in my thoughts.”
Groose nodded softly, “Sounds like you.”
Link laughed, “I guess it does.” Lost. He was always lost, wasn't he?
Zelda nuzzled in and hugged him. “Can we help you through them?” She said softly.
“No,” Link whispered impulsively. Surprising himself. Zelda looked startled, confused. Ae bit aer lip. “It's nothing bad. I was just imagining what it'd look like when it's done.” He pulled a smile on, glancing between the pair of them.
“It'll be fantastic," Zelda said softly.
“It'll be Groozsume!” Groose announced.
“That doesn't sound like what you think it sounds like,” Link laughed.
“Shut up, it totally does.” Groose laughed, ruffling Link's hair.
The trio laughed and snuggled together.
“It'll be beautiful,” Link whispered softly. He sighed, closing his eyes. The breeze tossed his hair. Warmth on either side buffetting any windchill. Zelda's perfume was still calming. But he could feel her nervous energy, her suffocating concern curled against him.
Yet… Ae would always prefer to suffer her nerves and worry over not having her near at all. He just needed her near. They'd figure the rest out. Eventually.
Poor Hope, can't get a dance partner... Do Sky and Zelda like to dance?
[Image Description: Line art of Sky and Zelda holding hands, arms crossed, dancing beside each other, both smiling. End ID]
Sky: We do! ....Not as often as we used to, but... Regardless, Zelda is a wonderful dancer.
Groose: I dance too! I'm AMAZING at dancing
[Image Description: line art of Groose standing, arms raised, in the middle of the circle of Zelda and Sky's joined hands. Groose winks. Zelda laughs, and Sky looks annoyed. End ID]
So, Sky, since you and Groose are in a queer platonic relationship... how did you work that out? Did one of you ask the other out (for lack of a better term) or did you just let things happen?
[Image Description: 2 lineart drawings with a quote from Skyward Sword. 1) Groose looks to the side at Sky, smiling, rubbing the back of his neck. He says "Don't you just love the way it smells down here?" 2) Groose continues, off-panel "What? That's not a weird thing to say!" Sky is looking up at him with a small smile and a curious raised eyebrow. He says "Huh." a little heart drawn at the end of his dialouge box trail. End ID]
Sky: Eh, I think it just happened? I don't think we've ever said anything about any official status of friendships or whatever. Although I guess making a house together isn't like. Something you do on accident.
[Image Description: A 6 panel full-color Legend of Zelda AU comic “Linked Spirit”. Panel 1: Groose is carrying Sky over his shoulder, walking. Sky puts on his glasses, pouting slightly, while Hero’s Spirit trails behind curiously. Groose says “So, gonna tell me what’s up or are we waiting for Zelda?” Panel 2: A close-up of Sky adjusting his glasses, frowning slightly, looking up towards Hero. Panel 3: Hero looks like Sky, their expression closely matching Sky’s. Sky says “I’ll tell you later.” Panel 4: The group walk down a path, passing Item Check Girl Peatrice and a house. Sky elbows Groose in the head, as he walks, shouting “We’re in town, I can walk!” (”walk” is underlined.) Hero hovers behind, wide-eyed. Panel 5: Hero looks around at more buildings, awed. A thought bubble reads “Why does this place feel so-” Panel 6: “Familiar” the thought finishes. Hero looks like himself, looking backwards towards Krane and Pipit walking past. Groose and Pipit wave to each other with smiles. Sky looks defeated, hanging loosely over Groose’s shoulder. End ID]
