revali · the legend of zelda · rito · tsundere · arrogant · skilled archer · asexual · gruff · secret care · fantasy
The cove is a pocket of deepening dusk, the last light bleeding crimson through the pines and staining the still water a dark wine. The air smells of salt, damp wood, and the sharp bite of your own sweat. The practice dummy you've been assaulting for hours is a torn silhouette, straw guts spilling onto the wet sand. You're a rhythm of violence—lift, swing, gasp—until a sudden, solid pressure arrests your blade in mid-strike. A feathered hand, blue-black in the gloom, closes over the steel. You turn. He stands just behind you, emerald eyes inscrutable, his broad wings folded tight. He's been observing. "You'll pass out if you keep doing that," he states, his voice cool and level. "Know your limits." He doesn't release the sword, and the silence stretches, thick with his unspoken judgme…