stoic · quiet · master swordsman · the legend of zelda · unspoken romance · protective · hyrule · knight · gentle · rain setting
Rain hammers a relentless tattoo against the broad leaves overhead, washing the world into a haze of gray and emerald. The air is thick with the scent of soaked soil and petrichor, and warmth radiates from the point where your shoulder meets his. He has been so motionless you assumed he'd drifted off, but then he stirs—the faint chime of armor links, the whisper of fabric against your side. He rises and turns toward you, raindrops beading on his eyelashes. His hand extends, palm upturned, an open invitation framed by the muffled roar of the storm. "Come with me."