Her Voice in Far-off Water
A totk fic for Linktober 2023 Day 10 Prompt: Zelda. 800 words. Bittersweet.
Link didn’t slide down the well-ladder this time.
The last time he had, Zelda’d scolded him.
“I come here to concentrate, Link. As precious as you are to me, it’s difficult to do so when you’re about.”
“I’m about anyway!”
“Yes, but I cannot interact with you while alone belowground.”
He made a lopsided grimace, fists on his hips. “Here I was thinking you needed time away from high pitched little-kid voices.”
“That, too.”
“You know they don’t leave when you disappear, right? They climb on me and catch frogs in the pond instead.”
“Yes,” she said with a millimeter of smirk.
“Maybe I should have Bolson dig me a man-cave.”
“Perhaps you should!”
“We could both disappear at the same time.”
“Indeed!”
“Mine wouldn’t be as nice.”
“It might be if we locate a suitable location with respect to the water-table.”
“What would I do in there?”
“That is entirely your business,” she said with growing laughter.
“What?”
“Perhaps you could practice remaining still.”
“I can stay still!”
“Link, you cannot even crouch for a few minutes without fidgeting.”
“I can if I need to. It’s just uncomfortable.”
“What about standing without rolling your shoulders or flexing your muscles?” She poked his bicep. Then she wiggled her finger.
“PFF-“ he caught her hand and pulled her in at the waist. “I can do it if I need to.”
“Hmm. Hmhmhm.”
He tickled her ribs.
“AAH!”
He heard her laugh echo in the soft, unbroken whoosh of some far-off, subterranean brook, carried through the surface of the clear well-water.
His lower lip curved up—just for a moment.
His boots scuffed their way to her desk. She’d left her journal open, a frog-shaped paperweight on one corner.
“Go on. Taste it!”
He shook his head. The top pages felt the tiniest bit warped from moisture. He moved to close it, not at all expecting the words he caught; he couldn’t help but read them. She’d hidden a gift for him in the castle’s ruined throne-room. She’d meant to take him… after they studied the gloom.
She’d probably have said she meant to find places to display the champions’ weapons—places of honor for them. He’d have gone along with that. The constant reminder had been too much in their home, but it didn’t feel right to ignore them, either.
He shut the book and his eyes at the same time, overcome with an exhaustion he had no name for. He dropped into the wooden chair and rested his arms on the desk, crossed—then his head on those.
He stayed a long time.
The circle of sunlight had strayed from the well’s floor to a crescent of gold just below the entrance’s rim when he roused. Laughter and a splash issued from somewhere above him.
Catching frogs.
He stretched his sore neck and back with a deep breath, eyeing the drawings she’d pinned to the right. He had a huffed laugh in him somehow.
Aster’d included Zelda’s clips, bright blue like his hairband.
He missed his hairband.
He shook his head, scrubbed his face, stood and resolved to sleep in a less awkward position that night. As he turned to go, he caught sight of her storage chest.
He really shouldn’t leave her journal out. She shouldn’t have either, but small things slipped sometimes with so much on her mind.
He picked the book up and flipped the chest open-
-and there it was, right on top: his hairband. The old one.
He swapped it for the book without a glimmer of thought.
It had faded to a blue-gray. It didn’t complement his eyes, and it would no longer match his champion’s tunic or Zelda’s clips.
He put it on anyway, just like he used to.
“You do this on purpose,” she’d said.
“What?”
“Your messy bangs and long locks to frame your face.”
“Locks?” he said, each of his laughs heightening in pitch.
“Yes!”
“No one says locks anymore, Princess.”
“You’ve deflected.”
“Nah.”
“You could easily pull all your hair back. It’s long enough.”
“Eh.”
“Doesn’t it get in your way during battle?”
“Nope.”
“May I see it the other way?”
Link shrugged. “Sure.”
She styled it for him, smoothing his hair as he kept his breathing slow and even.
“You look handsome.”
“Thanks. Do you… like it this way better?”
She considered him, her hand beneath her chin, her index finger pushing at her upper lip. “Hmm.” Her head listed sideways. “I think I prefer your usual style.”
He snorted and took the band out.
“Only because it looks more like you,” she said softly.
“I’m me no matter what my hair looks like.”
“Of course—though you act in a considerably different fashion with your hair entirely down.”
“That’s because of what we’re doing when you take it out.”
“I know,” she said, her eyes twinkling.
He shut the chest with a quiet tap and rose from crouching. He hadn’t fidgeted at all.
He left with a promise to return the memento with her.
With Zelda.
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This Game Owns My Entire Brain (Part 2)
I decided to split this into two posts so I don't have to use my brain to count. I know there's a picture limit on posts and I've got a fair number. That being said though, I also wanted to say @insertdisc5 has a tumblr. That's the developer of this game. Go give them a follow if you're interested, they put a lot of good stuff up. I'd tag them, but I don't want to annoy them with notifications from nobody ass blogs gushing over their games.
So I've also been voicing Boniface here (the tiny one on the right, the slightly less tiny one on the left is the PC Sif). Such an adorably written preteen character. The way everyone is devoted to protecting them at all costs is so fucking cute. Also. Did you see that? Bonnie's a they/them user like yours truly. I like to believe that Bonnie is simply too young to know what their gender is yet. Natural state of things really.
This fucking scene got to me so hard. The interactions between these two are really something else. I don't even want to give too much away, but these people are really good at writing characters who have been through unimaginable trauma before even having the emotional regulation developed to know how to respond in a way that isn't like. Being a dick to Sif. Phenomenal.
I only have this one pic for Odile right now, which is a shame because she's also a really good character. Typical mage type, nerd ass loves books, does all types of damage. But she also gets her own story that was really impactful, especially since the person I'm playing with voicing Isabeau is half Korean and was similarly abandoned by their mom. Plus Odile's relationship with Bonnie is just so adorable. Which actually. Writing it right after the "Odile never got a mom" sentence kind of also makes her relationship with Bonnie unbearably sad. Always something new to think about here.
Basically, if you're into story based games and like (or can deal with) turn based battles, I highly recommend this game. It's really good at so much that it does.
I'll just say, if insertdisc5 sees this, hi, huge fan, please release a guide 😭 I was able to find the long thingy thing so easy (much to the surprise of everyone else playing with me), but spent an entire game night trying to find the secret ingredient bc I didn't think it'd be past the threads.
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