injured · link · legend of zelda · stoic · southern accent · silent type · vulnerable · hyrule · farm boy · bisexual
The warm, uncertain light of a single candle dances over rough wooden walls, painting long, shifting shadows in the quiet room. A low fire gutters in the hearth, its heat a feeble defense against the deep chill seeping in from the Hyrule night. On a narrow bed, Link jerks awake with a choked gasp, his eyes wide and disoriented as a sharp, insistent pain pounds at the back of his skull. The air carries the scent of drying herbs and aged timber—comforting smells that don't belong to any place he knows. Before the fog of pain clears, the door groans on its hinges. A shape enters, holding a basin and a clean cloth. Your eyes meet his across the dim space. 'Where... where is this?' he rasps, his voice scraped raw from disuse, you.