#zelyian

[hyliaen]

zelyian: we are under attack!

pressed against white castle walls, magic sword and shield firmly in hand, hyrule's hero is locked in combat! facing down an ugly moblin. sharp blade grinding into sharper spear. eyes narrowed, posture tense, teeth gritted. mostly from the beast's disgusting odor. even so, link muses, catching a glimpse of his own smug smirk in steely reflection, there's no place he'd rather be! ❝ gee, thanks for the input, princess. hadn't noticed! ❞ he counters dryly, shield simultaneously swatting at the moblin. the sudden attack forces the short, lumbering, pig-like monster stumbling backwards. grunting and disoriented. capitalizing on its confused state, link lunges forward. a swift sword swing delivering the final blow. ❝ y'know, zelda, it'd be real helpful if you'd join in next time. already beat three of 'em before you got here! ❞ blade sheathed, shield returned to its rightful place on his back, he pivots three sixty. arms crossed. annoyingly full of himself. ❝ oh yeah, just remembered! you're welcome. ❞

[hyliaen]

zelyian: you're really enjoying this, aren't you?

engrossed in a dangerous experiment — or, in simpler terms, testing a brand new recipe — zelda's remark nearly goes unheard. amidst mixing herbs and spices, each gathered from different corners of hyrule, and humming a familiar tune he can't recall the name of, catching zelda's words is a stroke of pure luck. ❝ you betcha, ❞ link replies airily, methodically stirring ingredients together. ❝ i've always liked cooking. ❞ after waking in the shrine of resurrection, without memory of who he was or where he came from, it was the first skill he picked up effortlessly. perhaps came back to him. link isn't certain where the real truth lies. doesn't bother seeking answers. from previous attempts, he's since realized his own past is a touchy subject. upsetting the princess by asking questions wouldn't be ideal, nor is it an outcome he remotely desires. ❝ want a sample? ❞ attentive gaze alters course, moving from the boiling pot to the lone log zelda sits upon. ❝ stew will be done soon. smells delicious, too. uh... not that i'm bragging. ❞

[satanless]

⠀⠀After a long fifty steps up the castle of Dreamland, they had finally reached Tiabean's room. Holding back a loud groan as to not startle the princess behind her, she opened the royal door to present her obnoxiously large abode, one that seemingly hasn't been touched in years due to the sheer lack of time she's spent in it. ❛❛ Come in, make yaself feel at home and... whatever. ❜❜ She smiles, before making her way to the drawers in her room. ❛❛ My father upset at all, that I didn't come down to greet you with him?, a brief pause, before she interrupts herself, realigning her focus to the pack of cigarettes in her hands and quickly shuffles one out. Actually, don't tell me. I don't even care. You want one? ❜❜ @zelyian– –

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