#profesied

[loz-positivity]

                @lupihero​ / @profesied​ is another one of those gems who has such a wonderful collection and impressive handle on their zelda muses!! So much love goes out to Mo and her portrayals and writing. There's just an incredible sense of love and care that goes into everything she does, and it absolutely shows ♡ You're an amazing roleplayer, friend!! -- @hyaciiintho​

[eternahope]

@profesied​ ( starter call )

       Ah! There he is! Target acquired. Movements became stealthy as Hilda closed distance between Ravio & herself, creeping up in lethal silence behind the unfortunate soul. Seconds passed & then she pounced, covering his eyes from behind. Suffice to say, Hilda was bored.                                                                   “ Guess who? ”

[wildshero]

{ @profesied​ liked x for angst for zelda ( silence ) }

At the risk of upsetting her, he felt that she deserved to know, if she didn’t already. She deserved to know what was waiting for him in the Divine Beasts when he went to them to utilize them in the way that they had initially been intended.

He wasn’t even sure how to bring it up to her. Link was never a man of many words whether he had taken on his vow of silence or not. But this also required words of delicacy which was not his forte. After a few moments he looked at the Princess, very much glad that she was here with him, he took a breath. “I saw them,” he said quietly, not elaborating any further, the Princess was the smartest person he knew, she would figure out that them meant the champions. Who else could it mean?

[huntressthewizard]

@profesied for “Silence” Zelda

🍃🏹➳ “What are you doing?” A Deku Scrub woman with Hylian features asked the princess, watching the blonde inspect the outer walls of the Draconic entrance to the Deku Palace.

        It had caused a lot of tension and strife with travelers, especially the Hylians trying to make a pilgramage to the Springs of Hylia. The Deku Settlement lay along the line of Damal Forest and the Dracozu River, and their palace encompassing the lake, and the Spring of Courage. In order to get to the spring, one would have to enter the palace. Except...

        “....King Deku wouldn’t let you in, huh?” She asked, “Figures, he only lets Deku-Scrubs into the palace, you’d think he’d make an exception to someone just wanting to pray at the Spring of Courage, though.” The girl talked so casually to the other, it was obvious that she either didn’t recognize the princess, or had never been given proper lessons of etiquette on how to address royalty.

       “It sucks, but until the King of Hyrule pesters him about it, I doubt he’ll be making any exceptions any time soon.”

[hyrulecast]

" wanna help me sneak out of the castle? " / for time from sheik @profesied​ im 👀 goofy kid shenanigans

“Nah.” -- that was, of course, a lie betrayed only by the smile Link wore and the devious laugh that followed. He’d made a game of breaking in, and only now thought to turn it around on the princess as soon as they brought it up.

He knew how to get in and out without the guards’ knowledge, but the sanctity of wisdom in his hands wasn’t about to be passed on with gentle guidance. Link pretended to reconsider and then rephrased his answer: 

“How about... I’ll help you-- but you gotta catch me first!” --and without a moment’s hesitation he was off to the races. Rather unfairly leaving them in the dust without so much as a ‘Ready, set, go!’ but that was simply the Kokiri way of doing things.

[spiritmaiden23]

Divine maiden of the skies who held ancient memories that were rather flirtatious with that familiar old sentiment, they’d seduce that same old response she’d come to foster after their long journey in reuniting land and sky. Melancholy. As her subconscious would pluck at worn harp strings crumbled down by the merciless time the incomplete hymns would reawaken scattered memories of her time as Hylia. And quite the strange feeling it was. To be intimate with the unknown. While she’d long since grown used to it upon receiving the important memories related to the mission at hand, Zelda oft found herself at a loss when she’d unearth a new recollection upon one simple glance at a seemingly mundane object. Now, a mere look at an ancient flower summons the angry pounding of war drums to echo within harkening ears. A gaze to her beloved friend now brought a deep sense of regret and despair yet pride for all of his accomplishments nonetheless and she’d recognize that pride as her own rather than belonging to someone she’d once had been. It was unnerving, suffice to say, to remember both the good and bad of her past life. To remember that she wasn’t always the ordinary girl who lived high above the skies, with her head in the clouds as she lived her days in bliss. And while she wouldn’t trade her experience thus far for anything in the world, and while she can’t say she feels complete loss for losing that innocent part of her; she did miss those days gliding across the clouds with her Loftwing alongside Link and other friends. 

Those days were long gone. And she’d come to terms with that upon being ripped out of the heavens. Now begins a new chapter in her life. Not as Zelda, the mortal who came from the skies. Not as Hylia, the goddess who’d done everything in her power to protect the innocent. But as her, the woman she’d become now as the result of her pilgrimage across The Surface. And with her by her side had been her childhood friend. And he’d always been by her side.

But was it his choice this time? Or out of obligation that he wished to stay on The Surface with her?

Peering over the weathered map that’d seen better days, he had been preparing for their little expedition journey beyond the budding colony and beyond the beautiful confines of Faron Woods. She presses her lips together. Uncertainty on Link’s choice still plagues her mind and at times she wishes to bring up whether he was truly happy with staying on The Surface, throwing away what was essentially his life back in the skies. There was no judging if such was the case, if he wished to return then she will not stop him. She’d miss him terribly so but at the end of the day: it was his choice. No longer was she that cunning goddess who’d toy around with lives if it meant reaching her goal if it meant benefiting the many rather than considering the lamb offered at the altar. 

She was mortal now, after all. 

“All ready to go yet? No rush if you’re not! Take your time, Link.” Folding up the map, she adjusts her pack, as though checking on she’d had the proper materials for this little journey. “But wow, to think we’re doing this! I don’t know about you but I’m so excited! We’re really going to see the place we’ve only read about in fairytales, our journey didn’t really let us see much of The Surface. But now... with everything out of the way, there’s no telling how far we can go! Who knows what we’ll see out there!” 

@profesied​ | plotted starter call | closed. 

[heartpieced]

@profesied​

“Ghh- w-what do you mean, you can- smell my blood...?! Why...?” Link was completely frozen in place, pinned against the wall of the Fire Sanctuary, afraid to move lest he trigger a violent reaction from the Demon Lord. The words came out panicked as he was trying to formulate a plan to escape Ghirahim’s grasp and strike back, but the demon’s words confounded him, distracted him, kept any of those thoughts from getting off the ground.

“I don’t understand... erm- would you please let me go...?”

Why was he being held here like this? No swordfight like the last time, just... words, and an uncomfortable presence breathing over his neck...