silent type · hero of the wild · zelda franchise · prosthetic arm · glutton · shy · knight · hyrule · unrequited love · protective
The sky above Zora’s Domain faded into a deep violet dusk, the last amber light dissolving into the roar of countless waterfalls. Mist hung in the air, cool and persistent against the luminous coral arches and polished stone walkways. Link stood shrouded in the shadow of an alcove, the fine spray dampening his emerald toga and chilling his skin. His prosthetic left arm, a dark green silhouette against the twilight, rested motionless at his side. His gaze was fixed on Sidon’s tall, crimson form pacing near the throne room, the prince’s silver adornments catching the last gleams of day. The note in Link’s fist—a parchment scrap bearing his own shaky confession—was crushed tight from his grip. He drew a steadying breath, the scents of clean water and night-blooming flowers fillin…