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— basics.
▸ is your muse tall / short / average ?
𝒜s heed-worthy as Link’s innate adroitness for the blade may be﹐ his stature fails to intimidate or impress at an unimposing hundred ＆sixty centimeters (5′3″)﹒Age does much to embolden but not to embiggen him﹒
▸ are they okay with their height ?
𝐼n a word, no﹒Link is a little guy with a lot of pride﹒He doesn’t stand to be accused ‘short’ ＆vehemently argues against such allegations﹒He may answer investigative inquiries with a fib claiming two or so extra inches of height when put on the spot﹒Humorously﹐ Link is convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that drinking excessive quantities of milk will aid in his plight of physique﹒He has deluded himself into putting faith in a delayed growth spurt that he simply won’t accept is not on its way﹒
▸ what’s their hair like ?
𝐿ink’s hair is parted rightward in a way that takes shape into an overcast side bang that shifts adrift ＆ splays over top his right brow. Thin﹐ choppy﹐ ＆ layered (the handiwork of a rusty blade)﹐ his hair is shoulder-length with trickles of locks that crawl down the back of his neck ＆ touch the top of his shoulder blades﹒It is long in the front on each side in a face-framing fashion that is a residual result of Link’s once long hair﹒Link’s hair is a warm ＆ unique burnt orange blond tone﹒Its texture is sleek﹐ smooth ﹐ ＆ silky﹒His brows are dark ＆ thick﹐although cleanly arched ＆ neatly laid﹒
▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair / grooming ?
𝒜bout average﹒Granted the privilege﹐Link will shower every two to three days﹒He keeps his nails trimmed ＆ tidy ＆ honors the code of basic hygiene principles﹒There is one exception to the rule：of all the many monsters amok the land﹐the hairbrush is one of the foulest foes known to Link﹒He may forgo combing until the need is too pressing to ignore﹒
▸ does your muse care about their appearance / what others think ?
𝒯o a minimal extent﹒He is semi insecure because of his upbringing﹐therefore highly sensitive to what he perceives as criticism that pinpoints shortcomings of his ＆ is obstinately defensive of those things﹒His lacking height is a sore spot﹐but otherwise﹐it means a great deal to him to keep in proper shape so to evade unwanted comments that might implicate him as lazy or spoiled﹒He is highly private ＆ would not want others to view the scars upon his body as he resents them﹒As for being scaled on his attractiveness﹐Link could care less ＆ holds little regard for it﹒
— preferences.
▸ indoors or outdoors ?
▸ rain or sunshine ?
▸ forest or beach ?
▸ precious metals or gems ?
▸ flowers or perfumes ?
▸ personality or appearance ?
▸ being alone or being in a crowd ?
▸ order or anarchy ?
▸ painful truths or white lies ?
▸ science or magic ?
▸ peace or conflict ?
▸ night or day ?
▸ dusk or dawn ?
▸ warmth or cold ?
▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends ?
▸ reading or playing a game ?
— questionnaire.
▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits ?
𝐻e sells himself short ＆tends to overlook the remarkable things about him with a dismissive eye that sees only the unexceptional﹒Link strongly feels that he is not special nor praise-worthy ＆ rarely accepts compliments unless their sincerity ＆ specificity are both well met﹒It is a pitiful lament that such a kind soul insists there is good in everyone but himself﹒He will gladly go out of his way to buff up the underfed ego of others while starving his own﹒
This is neither a result of modesty nor poor esteem﹒This tendency is instead a consequence of perfectionism ＆ high expectations﹒
Moreover﹐Link rarely expresses his genuine thoughts or feelings﹐ shirking on vocalizing his woes while still compassionately lending a listening ear to that of others ﹒This martyr cycle of giving all he’s got ＆ never taking prevents Link from validating himself ＆ his own needs again ＆ again﹒
Ever the hero﹐saving all；but who will save him from himself？
▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them ? how has it affected them ?
𝒯he greatest loss Link has experienced to date was that of his late father’s in the tender days of his boyhood﹒Link’s father had been a retired captain of the castle turned-farmer who passed of illness﹒Link was beloved by his father ＆ spoiled rotten by him as well as highly sheltered﹒In the wake of his father’s passing﹐Link’s safety net was cruelly ripped from him in such an abrasive manner that left more than one scar﹒Then onward Link’s previously carefree shoulders weighed down with the solitude of self dependence ﹒
▸ what are some fond memories your muse has ?
𝒢oing boating with his father ＆ fishing in a lake﹐as well as being taught by him how to ride a horse ＆ going together on trail rides﹒
▸ is it easy for your muse to kill ?
𝒩o﹒𝒩ever﹒Still, the sick sense of obligation will always enslave Link to lift his blade one more time﹐one more time﹐because he knows that the stall of his sword could mean the loss of all he holds dear﹒Link will easily gamble his life like a common chip in an instant if it’s for a loved one’s sake﹐but the lives of those he loves are not on the playing field﹒
▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down ?
𝐼f the man made to carry the weight of the world was ever to come crashing, burning to the ground or relinquish composure for a moment﹐who knows what would become of the world he was tasked by the divine with protecting﹒That’s why Link will never break out loud﹐only in silence in quiet places that he’ll patch up inside until the day comes the stitches won’t hold﹒
▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life ?
𝐿ink is an extremely self-reliant & autonomous individual. As he often takes charge of the well-being of others with a blatant disregard for his own﹐oft treating it a frivolous factor in the great scheme of things ＆ throwing himself on the back burner﹐it is not with ease he would let another take charge of something he thinks unimportant﹒Link is a natural caregiver ＆ protector ＆will not respond well to another taking that role over him﹒It would take someone who managed to secure Link’s trust in every way sufficiently so to bypass his many false layers ＆be entrusted with his vulnerabilities﹒
It is impossible to protect someone who hides their wounds like a secret﹒
▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love ?
Of those Link feels platonic love for he is extremely protective & sometimes overbearingly so﹒He is not openly affectionate but certainly supportive & will show his love in his own subtle ways﹒In the case of romantic love﹐rare is the day that Link allows anyone close enough to feel or﹐daresay﹐touch﹒His characteristic aloofness makes him indirect and non-confrontational﹒Unlikely is it that his suitor of interest would ever be made aware of his unspoken adoration lest they miraculously made a move on him﹒
In which case﹐Link is a mess﹒Love requires so many things Link has had lifelong struggles with﹐from exposing one’s vulnerabilities to accepting reciprocal care ＆allowing for mutual domineering ＆ making compromises﹒
though he had not been the cause of her minor distress previously (no, rather it’d been her own thoughts), the more he spoke, the more the princess seemed to deflate. slowly did she lean onto the banister of the balcony, arms folded over one another as she slouched – and were it anyone else, she’d be entirely too aware of her posture, of the way she carried herself and the way she was seen. but with him, she felt a strange sort of kinship, as beings chosen by the heavens, as individuals cursed by destiny.
and it was not his refusal of her offer that upset her – whether he wanted to accompany her to lorule or not mattered not to her; ever the stubborn girl, she’d continue her research and go, regardless. no, it was the distance between them that became more apparent with each word. it was hardly his fault, for all citizens knew to treat her with nothing but polite reverence, and yet she hated it. it left her isolated, without a true friend, without a single soul around whom she could be herself. there was no one to lean on, no one to share her thoughts and hopes and dreams with – even in company, she was alone.
“…princess hilda and i may share a bond based upon our station, but i think that,” her brow furrowed, gaze still so utterly fixated on the setting sun, afraid as she was of seeing his expression. “that we could understand and sympathize with each other just as easily. i am not only a princess, you know. there is more to me than my title.” her tone was heavy, as though she were speaking not only to him, but to everyone – her guard, impa…everyone.
“i would…i would like if we could be friends.” she hummed, a soft and thoughtful sound. perhaps it was somewhat hypocritical; the only reason she had the chance to speak with him so candidly, to even suggest such a thing, was because he was hyrule’s hero. “… …i’d like if you would call me zelda.”
𝒯o be … friends. It’s a sudden proposition that spills forth from out the princess’ peachy lips sans preamble he’d be ashamed to admit took him aback a bit﹐much like the rest of her words﹒It’s not the prospect of this blooming kinship shared between them being made real by an accord that strikes startle into him﹐nor is it her majesty’s most firm response to his wayward comments﹒He cannot for the life of him place the source of this discomfiture﹒
𝒞ertainly both Zelda ＆ Link could share in the strife of having held heavy burden loads, albeit hardships unalike granted their divergent roles﹒Both were children of destiny directed by the hands of fate ＆commanded to shoulder great adversity because of it﹒Most of all﹐Zelda was a person same as he﹐no matter how role parted them；for that﹐there existed a great many commonalities they two shared in that no crown of gold could come in between﹒
𝒜las﹐Link has always carried the weight of his troubles with silent﹐forbearing grace﹒To bridge those troubles to another’s for the sake of companionship — to unleash his conflicts onto any one individual ＆unveil his innermost turmoil all so to quote-on-quote ‘bond’ themselves closer together — are all prospective interactions of amiable nature beyond Link’s reckoning﹒
𝐻is envy for the Princess’ connection ＆ comprehension when it came to Hilda was not out of lack of his potential with her … but for the effortless closeness they two shared in﹐the way Zelda could make sense of Hilda without word of explanation﹒Link too longed to know the pleasures of being close﹒However﹐to be understood by the Princess would require more than a few words of explanation﹐＆for the ever silence-bound soldier﹐words came up scarce﹒
𝐹or even in company﹐Link had always been alone by self-made complex﹐
—𝒷ut in the Princess’ lonely eyes﹐for the first time﹐
Link wishes to betray that complex﹒
❝ 𝓘 apologize again ‚ Princess﹒𝓘 continue to dishearten you‚ it seems．I… I’m sorry．I don’t want to disappoint you‚ I don’t‚ but I… I have some difficulties with the whole ‘bonding’ thing﹒But with you— FOR YOU— I would do anything ‚ my Princess … Zelda﹒❞
𝒯he spoken name feels criminally intimate as it rolls off his lips﹐but he swallows the burn of embarrassment down with it﹒To not know the commodity of being addressed by one’s own name in a casual manner to the point it is more luxury than diamond or silver ； what kind of life had the princess known ？ Link yearned to know﹒
❝ 𝓘 would love to learn all you are beyond your title‚ if you would grant me the honor﹒Let’s speak of something easy﹒What sky of Hyrule is your favorite‚ Pri— Zelda？Do you fancy sunset skies？❞
I am sitting in the sun by the flowers,
and I am holding back tears.
I am telling myself to be brave,
but I am still holding back tears.
I am always the brave one, I think.
Always the strong one.
I live my life swimming in fear,
but I am brave.
I am always the hero, I think,
and grimace at the thought.
A hero isn’t any braver than anyone else,
they are just brave five minutes longer.
I tell myself five more minutes.
Five more minutes.
Another five.
Then another,
and another and another and another.
But now I am sitting in the sun by the flowers
and I am crying.
My five minutes are up.
five more minutes // c.r.h. (via sunsoakedthoughts)
𝒫erhaps it ought to be disarming﹐for him to see this translucent figure ＆hear his voice that cuts through silence swift ＆steady as a blade﹒Warranted as it’d be if it were to perturb him；the faint﹐looming presence he felt ＆words it bid him never brought alarm﹒There was something oddly reposeful about the curious entity；＆ Link felt a unprecedented trust for this bizarre man he knew without knowing at all﹒Like knowing all the words to an old favorite song …
𝐿ink had been plagued by dreams ＆visions ＆hallucinations real only to him all his life﹐so to each new addition﹐Link welcomed aboard like a newfound friend﹒Careless of the judgement of strangers﹐not that one dare wander this forsaken place﹐Link replied aloud﹒
❝ — 𝓘’m sure！𝓘 wouldn’t know‚ though‚ so my blockhead methods will have to do．I don’t know how to cut across these falling rocks‚ ＆ the walls are too crumbled to navigate‚ so I’ll just have to charge it！ ❞
“listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.”
➙@threerupees ❘ Caring For Stubborn Muses Sentence Starters〘𝓧〙
𝒥ust like magic﹐Link was thrust into this role﹒Told by the reputable village elder ＆ the Princess of Hyrule alike he was special﹐that he alone could save the kingdom ＆ restore peace﹒No one could blame Link for suspecting he must be back in bed dreaming all this up ＆ any moment now﹐Gulley would barge in ＆round him up for work﹒
𝒩evertheless﹐with all the strength vested in him, the ‘hero’ he became﹒
𝐹oraging blindly ahead through perils unfathomable ＆ tumbling thick ＆thin through thorny bramble ＆ spiky beasts was… the newfound daily grind﹒The purple-clad enigma that had taken up residence in Link’s quarters supplied all the necessary tools for him to stave off a fair few scrapes at the price of a pretty rupee pocketful﹒Yet equipped as he were with all the apt ammunition one could fill their pockets with﹐naturally﹐he got the snot beat out of him﹒
𝐹or Link was nothing special；a silver-spooned brat whose parents had it made for him﹐a slack-spined youngster not even the straight-laced﹐no-nonsense blacksmith could iron out﹒A klutz, a hopeless case, a … disappointment﹐ or so he’d been told all his life﹒
𝐻yrule was in grave danger though﹐ ＆ these were people that believed in Link ＆had faith in his potential— had always been tough on him because of it﹐put spit ＆ grit onto him to make him shine﹒These were people Link loved ＆ cherished ＆ had his back always﹒He’d let them down so many times﹐the very prospect of failing them now robbed Link of the precious sleep that once came as naturally to him as a sword now fit in the curve of his palm﹒
❝ 𝓣here is no rest for the weary‚ Ravio．My friends… ‘lil Gullsters... Seres‚ Rosso‚ Irene… everyone… I won’t be able to catch a wink of shut-eye until I’ve saved them all．I know you mean well‚ but please, let me proceed as I will．They’re counting on me．They need me．So long as I still have pair of feet‚ I couldn’t care less how sore or blistered they are．I’ll keep walking．Keep pushing．I have to‚ can’t leave ‘em waiting． ❞
❝… 𝓦ould you sit back as the entire world you knew, loved,
“you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.”
➙@paintmaid ❘ Caring For Stubborn Muses Sentence Starters〘𝓧〙
𝐿ink was quick to conceal the dappled array of cuts ＆slices that marred his peachy skin beneath a threadbare brindled cloak﹒The princess was sharper than the prickles ＆pinches though ＆ Link could tell from the keen glint in her smooth azure gaze that she wasn’t open to protest﹒Innumerable insurmountable giants of beasts Link had felled ＆had the scars to prove it﹐but when it came to Her Majesty’s command﹐there’s a battle he couldn’t win﹒
𝐻e was at her command﹐after all；but this was one order he would have to challenge﹒
𝐻e flinched away from her well-meaning touch﹐bruised and battered palms pushing her prying ones aside with an indigent snort﹒Ever obstinate﹐Link spoke solemnly﹐
❝𝓝o‚ Princess‚ it’s blood．I wouldn’t ever forgive myself if your hands were dirtied for my sake．It is my duty as the hero of legend reborn to ensure your safety at any cost．These nicks… they’re nothing, don’t concern yourself with me．I’m FINE ． I’m doing what I must‚ to protect Hyrule‚ to protect the Triforce‚ to protect you — I must fulfill my role．❞
❝… 𝓨ou understand, don’t you？This is my part to play．❞
eyes swept the ground below, watching as the people of hyrule went about their business – happy and peaceful, free from the stress and anxiety that still plagued their princess. before, she had worried constantly about whether she would be the one to face darkness and disaster, or if the royal family’s curse would be pushed on to her children and grandchildren. and she thought, hoped, that her fear would vanish once she was confronted with calamity, because at least then she would no longer be waiting and worrying – she’d have certainty.
but it didn’t. where old fears left, new ones arose; constant was the question of whether she handled it the best she could, whether she did the right thing by her people – how would her parents have handled it? delicate hands gripped the marble banister just the slightest bit tighter.
so lost in thought was she that the voice of her companion gave zelda a slight start; attention shifted to him, cerulean eyes wide, as though she’d forgotten he was there altogether. though as her gaze fell upon the kingdom’s hero – her hero – she felt at ease, expression softening as she considered his question.
“more often than i should,” the words came with a soft laugh as she leaned forward, looking back over the horizon.
“i often wonder how they are faring, since…since our wish. rebuilding a kingdom is no small task, and princess hilda has much to do to regain the trust of her people after what her ancestors did… …i’d like to see, just so i may know for sure whether things are going well, and so–”
a pause as she cast a conspiratorial glance around – it was only herself and link on the balcony; a guard hovered near the door, as they often did, but out of earshot.
still, she whispered, “i have been researching magics to see if i – we, if you’d like – might be able to visit someday…if only very briefly.”
𝒯he Hylian heavens are painted in a resplendent splash of vibrant hues as the sun submerges into the skyline﹒Her Majesty’s distraught contemplative expression is cloaked in the warm orange glow as sunspots dance about her glittery aquamarine eyes﹒Link wonders﹐not for the first nor the last time﹐what thoughts they hold﹒They stand within mere feet of each other﹐but even without a magic bracelet that reeks like soaked mutt﹐Link feels worlds between them﹒
𝐻owever coupled fate had them﹐they remain of two distinctly diverse heritages ＆ lifestyles﹒He﹐a common blacksmith’s apprentice﹐never had to carry a weight heavier than the hammer over his shoulder﹒He was no more than the ordinary underachieving slacker﹐while she had been born to a crown that had a weight that went beyond solid gold﹒ Technically﹐although they’d seen distant traces of one another in their dreams﹐they were still strangers﹒
𝒜ll at once﹐he feels selfish for looping her into his miseries in this joyous time of conviviality﹒He﹐who has become entitled to her world﹐her secrets﹐the sight of her unsettled expression all by rite of destiny… can’t help but feel he’s trespassing where he doesn’t belong﹒
❝ … 𝓕orgive me ‚ Princess．I’ve reminded you of something disheartening in a peaceful moment．❞ 𝐻e sighs smoothly﹐training his gaze on the distance﹐ ❝𝓘 could never understand the weight you two must carry as princesses．It makes your bond unique‚ I think‚ in how sincerely you can understand ＆ sympathize with one another．I’m a little envious of it, I must admit．❞
𝒩ot that he had any right to be﹒
❝ 𝓘 didn’t know you harbored such a wish to reunite with your Lorulean counterpart．As much as I loathe to say it, your highness, your place is here in Hyrule．They hail you ＆ need you ＆ it is for their sake we must stay here, even should we feel a beckoning call to that place of past．
𝓞 r so I tell myself, when I find myself wishing to see him again…
— 𝓫ut I don’t think if I could find a way there, that I would ever be ready to say goodbye — people ＆ places that need me forgone．So maybe the way things went were best, with our hands tied ＆ parting forced．❞
It was rare to find anyone out in the Trilby Highlands, and even rarer still that they’d be approaching from the north– the woods. The young boy stopped in his tracks as he was called, sorting through the undue politeness he was addressed with and the surreal appearance of this stranger.
Was he a long-lost relative?
After snapping out of his stupor, Link sought to answer the call for help and reached for his map that he kept under his shield. In place of words that he could not speak, he pointed to the map, identifying a spot in the north Trilby Highlands approximately where they stood. Castle Town was a short walk further south, but otherwise, the map indicated it was practically the middle of nowhere.
𝒩ot unlike himself﹐this fellow voyager carried upon him all the proper adventuring essentials﹐unsheathing ＆ procuring a handy map from the interior of his shield．An instinctual sigh of relief slid past Link’s lips that quickly morphed into a pensive frown once he peered down onto it．Inky letters were scrawled across the tarnished manila parchment﹐yet although identical to his own Hylian vernacular﹐he couldn’t decipher them for the life of him．
𝒯hick brows scrunched together in perplexity as Link reeled back﹐looking all about．Behind him was the way he came through the misty brush ＆ ahead of him... Link hadn’t the faintest clue．The panic was beginning to take shape on his countenance as Link took another startled step back﹐wondering just what in the world his journeying had got him into this time．
❝ 𝓘 … 𝓘 can’t read this．I’d only ventured northward‚ up and past the Village ＆ into the Lost Woods．I admit I might’ve wandered a bit beyond the borders of familiarity in all my exploration … but I get this foreboding feeling like… I’ve wandered further than I ever imagined possible … ❞
❝ —𝓘’m sorry ‚ 𝓘 — thank you for your help．
… 𝓣his is all so confusing to me‚ but I won’t drag you into it … ❞
a sheepish hand reached to scratch at the back of his neck, awkward smile belying that that that was exactly what he was going to ask. the world around him was far from the one he knew, and the only way to find his way back would be to ‒ well, seek a place to stay for now, so he could meet with locals and gain his bearings.
there were similarities between himself and the stranger, similarities that were unsettling, and there was something at the back of his mind, something tickling at his nose and his ears and the wolfish instincts laying dormant in his human body. he was displaced. out of time. somewhere he shouldn’t have been. it felt senseless, ridiculous, and not at all like his first foray into a world in which he didn’t belong. at least then, he’d been there to free them of the curse their false king had beset them with.
“ uh ‒ yeah, actually. if you wouldn’t mind helping me find someplace, i’d really appreciate it. ”
❝ 𝓕ind someplace？
… 𝓦ell‚ consider it found．❞
𝒯he plucky youngster swiftly lifted a single hand to gesture plainly towards an unassuming cottage outcropped in the distance．Upon closer observation﹐the meager home was of crackled stone slab walls accented by earthy log trim with a teensy overrun garden out front that stood guarded over by a clearly handmade scrappy ‘ole scarecrow．
𝑀odest ＆ yet somehow snug ＆ hospitable；much like its sole resident．
𝒯here was a certain humble altruism that shone through the boy’s meek mannerisms as his shoulders hiked in a passive ﹐ ‘it’s-really-nothing’ shrug ＆timidly pitched his offer．
❝ … 𝓘 t's … not much‚ my place‚ ＆ it’s emptier these days than ever… but if you need a place to rest your head for a while‚ ＆— ❞ He paused, a fond smile possessing his lips for a moment, ❝ —shake off the snores, feel free．If not‚ I advise you seek out Kakariko Village‚ it’s just across the way here．
𝓢omething tells me you’re a very long way from home． ❞
𝒯here is a serene peacefulness to the grassy plains ＆rolling hillsides of Hyrule these days﹐for no longer do unremarkable bushels of foliage house monstrous inhabitants．The foul beasts had been vanquished by his blade﹐＆the tranquil Hyrule Link had always known ＆called home had returned to him﹐no longer tainted ＆tarnished by Yuga ＆his croonies ．Although Link had restored harmony to Hyrule﹐he could not say the same for himself．
𝐸verything happened so quickly！One minute Link was clumsily clutching the Captain’s ‘borrowed’ sword﹐the next﹐drilling an arrow of pure light through Yuga’s skull．In the blinding rush of all that transpired﹐so much went unsaid．Sometimes Link could still feel the adrenaline-charged whirlwind surging through him﹐only to blink ＆recall it passed him by．
𝒫erhaps the only one who could understand ＆share in his woes in this time of merry celebration was the one who joined him at his side atop the castle’s balcony．
❝ —𝓢 ay ‚ Princess ‚ ❞
❝ 𝓓o you ever gaze upon our Hyrule＆ wonder… of Lorule？❞
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