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OMG I just saw this quote about being a god's chosen meaning you are also a god's cursed and like... it's so true for Link? Having the triforce of courage may be seen as a blessing, but he is also doomed to continue fighting forever this great evil which threatens humanity and doomed to never actually die or come back if he does because Hylia just can't afford his loss?

Something something...Link actually being good at drawing in other to keep a record of the monsters, animals and weapons he sees/uses during his adventures.

I understand the "I will die for you" ship dynamic, but what about the "I will not let you die, I will not let myself die- we will, at any cost, survive" kind of couple?

The fact that you actually know about Link and Zelda's age in totk because of a character from a side quest you may never do will always be so funny to me

Like I said in the pinned post his main verse follows the story of botw and totk but I take inspiration from all the games ( along with my own headcanons ) as I have played them all.

Tloz is probably my favorite game saga and you can't imagine how excited I am to play this short kind-hearted king.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel like diving deeper into Link’s connections with my mutual’s muses. I already mostly follow one portrayal, but I want to make things more specific and personal. Something that goes beyond just the basics of each other’s universes.

Also, I’m always up for talking about becoming mains, but only if we’ve interacted a bit first (both ooc and ic) to make sure we’re both comfortable.

So, if you are interested, like this post and I'll message you to basically talk about our muses and see where it goes, or just feel free to do it yourselves.

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.

HIS  STILL  EXPRESSION  HIDES  THE  DEEP  APPRECIATION  LATER  SHOWN  IN  HIS  CONCISE  REPLY.  For  there's  a  certain  nuance  in  his  tone,  that  makes  it  require  no  more  than  a  ❝  Thank  you  ❞  or  gestures  to  be  felt.  Though  he  has  no  real  intention  to  hold  her  to  her  word,  especially  considering  that they had just met each other, that their paths might not remain intertwined beyond that night, and  that  it  wasn't  her  responsibility  but  his  ❝  She  is  very  important  ❞  whether  to  him  personally,  for  a  greater  purpose  that  not  many,  not  even  himself,  can  fully  grasp  or  something  else  entirely,  he  doesn't  elaborate.  Still,  the  green-dressed  hero  had  unknowingly  offered  her  another  clue.

Something  he  may  have  realized  of  if  it  weren't  for  the  first  answer  he  gets,  as  the  mention  of  the  race  makes  his  eyes  open  wide  ❝  The  dragon-kind,  you  say  ?  ❞  his  mind  immediately  drifts  back  to  the  creature  he  had  saved  from  being  sold  in  the  market.  And  that  all  too  familiar  and  painful  nostalgia  crawls  its  way  back  into  his  heart.  As  the  realization  that,  no  matter  if  the  memory  is  as  vivid  as  if  it  had  happened  yesterday,  seven  years  had  actually  passed  by  sinks  in.  SHARP  AND  UNDENIABLE.  A  tight  knot  forms  in  his  stomach,  a  lingering  discomfort  he  attempts  to  shake  off  with  a  breath  in  order  to  push  the  past  aside  and  force  his  attention  back  to  the  present.

❝  I  know  of  a  dragon,  ❞  he  begins, form iluminated occasionally by the flickering firelight ❝  but  it  has  been  a  long  time  since  I  last  saw  it  and  I  cannot  say  what  has  been  of  it  ❞  yet  something  deep  down  tells  him  it  would  be  well.  Strength  and  independence  are  in  its  nature,  and  he  doubts  anyone  would  dare  harm  it. The  real  question  is  if  the  little  information  he  has  would  be  useful  for  her  mission.  But  since  she  has  demonstrated her  own  good  will  in  helping  him,  he  chooses  to  share  it  just  in  case  it  proves  valuable  in  accomplishing  her  goal.  After  all,  it  wouldn't  be  the  first  time  a  small  lead  turned  out  to  be  exactly  what  set  someone  on  the  right  path.

HONESTY IS MET WITH A NOD, : FURTHER QUERIES BLOSSOM, yet the petals do not flow with the gentle breeze. leave it to another adventurer to understand the power of half - truths. in search of a friend ; while the hero had little to go off on, she does think back upon any sightings of her own made upon her journey, but is left wanting. ... fingers pause their movement of the stick that was twirled in-between, &. she fixes her posture ever so slightly. ❝ i see, ❞ comes the simple response treated warmly by divine tune. genuine smile curls lush lips, ❝ i hope you find them. ❞ A SHORT PAUSE HELD, the crackles of the fire mix with the soft melody the crickets bring underneath this starry sky. ❝ i will keep my eyes open, should i come across more wandering strangers. ❞ this bit embedded with lighthearted humor, considering the two of them fit the description themselves. &. THEN COMES A NAME, ... golden orbs dilate ever so slightly, but soon such look fades into something serene, something warm.

THEN COMES HER TURN TO FEED HIS CURIOSITY, : LUMINOUS GAZE SETTLES UPON THE DANCING FLAMES ONCE MORE. &. while there is security in those half - truths, not a single ounce within golden soul warned of danger. ❝ my name, or my purpose for being here out in the wilderness? ❞ she speaks the query with a mix of softest hum, the tone amused. ... BUT BEFORE HE COULD CLARIFY, SHE CONTINUES ; ❝ i traveled here to speak with the dragon-kind. ❞ while the dragonsong war was put to an end, there were forces at play still that threatened this peace forged. ( the echo, or perhaps her soul on its' own recognizes that ancient aether, radiating of immense power could not be mistaken of. ) the ascians sought to forge war where they could, sow seeds of chaos to bring forth the rejoining. ... she hopes their doings are not tied with this friend he seeks. another pause comes, before she looks at him again, that slight curl upwards returning. ❝ ... as for my name, it is sarastus. ❞ the first light in the darkness.

“Kill the boy and let the man be born.”

— A Dance with Dragons by George R. R. Martin