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towerofanimus2012-03-04 07:47 am
ocariness) wrote in towerofanimus2012-03-04 07:47 am
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[o4] ‸^‸ Fourth Song.
Characters: AU!OoT Link (ocariness) and whomever finds her.
Setting: Floor 11 (Daytime). Set immediately after this, which is the day after the events of Hitori Kakurenbo.
Format: Action probably I'm terrible with prose lately?
Summary: Link now thinks that her ancestor hates her. Tired and emotionally past breaking point, she found somewhere (or so she thought) to be alone and sob. She really needs a hug.
Warnings: TOWER OF SADIMUS/ANIMANGST and tl;dr. But uh, other than that? None yet!
[ Everything around her was ripped away in a whirlwind of green light and the wooshing sound of air as Link returned to the warp point she'd set on the meadow floor.
It's hard, but she manages to pick herself up and not break down there, as luckily the warp point was next to the exit, as always. She gets up, numb, expression pained, and begins slowly making her way back to her room. By the time she returns to the meadow floor, she has since fixed her clothing, rebound herself, and gotten a shower.
... There was no evidence the person sitting next to the lakeside is a girl at all. Link had seen to that not being noticed.
She might be hard to spot, wearing a blue tunic instead of her usual green one and not bothering with having her hat on, but you'll spot her sitting on a bank, head pulled to her knees. There's the sounds of quiet sobbing every so often.
She shouldn't be allowed to carry the Master Sword, the name of Link, or anything else. She simply didn't deserve any of it; she had been forced to age and she never wanted it. She'd experienced loss, and the Tower was pushing her past even her limits of bottling things inside.
Something had to give. Perhaps it was her. Perhaps her ancestor deserved this sword more than she. Or the small Hero of Winds. Why was it that he, younger than when she'd started, was not forced to age like she had been? Was she never worthy to begin with? Did they simply "make do" with her? Was she a replacement "Hero"? Link didn't know.
What she did know was that she wished she could go home. Zelda deserved better than her. ]
ocariness) and whomever finds her.Setting: Floor 11 (Daytime). Set immediately after this, which is the day after the events of Hitori Kakurenbo.
Format: Action probably I'm terrible with prose lately?
Summary: Link now thinks that her ancestor hates her. Tired and emotionally past breaking point, she found somewhere (or so she thought) to be alone and sob. She really needs a hug.
Warnings: TOWER OF SADIMUS/ANIMANGST and tl;dr. But uh, other than that? None yet!
[ Everything around her was ripped away in a whirlwind of green light and the wooshing sound of air as Link returned to the warp point she'd set on the meadow floor.
It's hard, but she manages to pick herself up and not break down there, as luckily the warp point was next to the exit, as always. She gets up, numb, expression pained, and begins slowly making her way back to her room. By the time she returns to the meadow floor, she has since fixed her clothing, rebound herself, and gotten a shower.
... There was no evidence the person sitting next to the lakeside is a girl at all. Link had seen to that not being noticed.
She might be hard to spot, wearing a blue tunic instead of her usual green one and not bothering with having her hat on, but you'll spot her sitting on a bank, head pulled to her knees. There's the sounds of quiet sobbing every so often.
She shouldn't be allowed to carry the Master Sword, the name of Link, or anything else. She simply didn't deserve any of it; she had been forced to age and she never wanted it. She'd experienced loss, and the Tower was pushing her past even her limits of bottling things inside.
Something had to give. Perhaps it was her. Perhaps her ancestor deserved this sword more than she. Or the small Hero of Winds. Why was it that he, younger than when she'd started, was not forced to age like she had been? Was she never worthy to begin with? Did they simply "make do" with her? Was she a replacement "Hero"? Link didn't know.
What she did know was that she wished she could go home. Zelda deserved better than her. ]
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So instead, he gets closer and sits on his knees next to them, quietly putting the bad little carving in front of them on the grass.
It's a childish carving of Saria, based on what Link remembers from the stained glass window; the edges rough and kind of hard to tell apart and the paint mediocre at best. But he tried!]
... I made this for you.
It's okay if you don't want to talk to me. I can tell you're very sad.
But, um. I just want you to know...
[... What was it Aryll says when he's sad?]
I want you to know that, um. I love you, okay? No matter what.
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How embarrassing. Link manages a small smile, at least. The unknown fear, here, that they won't state? They're not sure that "no matter what" applies to anyone at all.
...
Honestly, they want to speak, but... in part, there's just too much weighing on their mind to put words to it. There's nothing they can say without hesitance. ]
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... I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. I-I can go if you want.
You probably don't want a lot of people bothering you when you're sad.
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... Do as you please. I... I do not mind.
[ The words are weak and extremely tired. 12 hours of just trying to survive and then a horrific death, revival, and then what happened earlier will do that to you. ]
Thank you.
[ That... should suffice enough, they hope, because sincerely, Link does not desire to say anything else for the rest of their life. ]
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[His face does lighten a bit, thanks to the other talking, and he holds the other a little tighter.]
Um... I'm sorry, I'm really bad at cheering people up. Normally it's Aryll's job because everyone loves Aryll, um...
But. But if you need to talk to someone, I can listen. I know I can be really dumb sometimes, but I can try not to be for you.
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It's fine, other Link. Really. They'll be all right. Just... give it some time. ]
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[He lets go then, sitting right next to them and snuggling up close as he hugs his knees.]
I'll keep you company for a little bit, then. It's... it's hard to feel better when people leave you all alone when you're said.
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... They're angry at themself, for even feeling resentful of this boy. That wasn't his fault. None of it was. It wasn't fair to judge their worth on his, or to say he was better suited for his role than they were, wasn't it?
... Still.
Link wonders, just how poor of a hero they must truly be, in such a state. Were they worthy of any of this? It couldn't be said aloud; they were sure the boy would just refute those claims. ]