#(( Honestly though our Captain's appetite holds no bounds

[sonxofxgondor]

If it had to be noted - say for historical reference or stewardship chronicle - Boromir's favorite vegetable would be potatoes, especially when they are fried in hot batches of grease or cooking oil. Such decadence soothes his snack time cravings; a hardy pinch of salt to finish. His favorite fruit would be lemon. Sour and tart, he loves when it is used in drinks or dessert, mixed with water and sugar for lemonade or baked in a pie with whipped cream on top.

[tentimesthecourage]

Father’s Day

Summary: Stuck in the twins’ Hyrule for awhile, Wild asks Rinku about their dad. Not nice things are revealed.

Note: Since they’re alone, Rinku refers to Wild as Link, if they’re around others, then he’ll refer to him as Wild.

Father’s Day.

Rinku had hoped they would not be here for this disgusting day and yet, Hylia had a sick sense of humor. 

They were in Hateno now, most of them grateful for the break. He was, too, to some degree, but he’d rather it had been somewhere else. Anywhere else.

Taking a deep breath, he threw an excuse he didn’t even hear over his shoulder before leaving the house. He still couldn’t stand to be in there for very long.

He felt Wild might have an inkling, but it really was their family home they had ‘saved’ from being demolished. Honestly, it would have been better if it had been knocked to the ground.

He didn’t know where he was going, he just followed the path his feet took him. He nearly stumbled when he found himself standing in front of a set of graves.

Aryll, their baby sister, bright laughing eyes and a grin a mile wide whenever she saw her brothers.

Celeste, their mother, a warm hug and soothing words whenever they had a bad day.

And him.

Rinku fought back the bile coming up as he read the faded name. By the goddesses... he hated him.

His ears perked at footsteps and he glanced back, seeing a flash of light blue move behind a tree. A heavy sigh escaped him as he closed his eyes. Well, this was bound to happen sooner or later.

“It’s okay, Link. You can come out.”

He smiled faintly as his twin peeked out and approached him. His gaze fell to the three stones.

-They’re...?- His hands were shaking.

“-our family, yes...” He finished, turning his own attention to the graves. “Our little sister, Aryll.” He noted Link’s ears perk and he looked at him in surprise causing a half hearted grin. “Yeah, just like Wind’s sister. They would have gotten along like a house on fire, I guarantee it. She was the sweetest thing, always wanting to hear about our training, what new thing the recruits dared us to bite.” He chuckled lightly as Link smiled sheepishly. That had not changed about either of them, their appetites were the most insane out of the group and they could practically stomach anything.

“Our mother, Celeste... she... she was a wonderful woman. She was warm and kind... Miss Malon... she reminds me a lot about her. Stubborn too, always knew best, even when you didn’t think so...” He trailed off and hesitated.

Link noticed and tilted his head. -And... our father?- He could practically see the weight drop onto his shoulders. -You’ve only told me he was captain before you.-

“That’s right, he was.” Rinku took a deep breath before staring his twin square in the eyes. “That was the only positive thing I could say about him. Because Link... that man, was a monster.”

Link reeled back, eyes wide at his twin’s words. What?!

-How can you say that about the man who raised us?!-

Rinku barked out a laugh, sharp and cold, causing a chill to run down the younger male’s spine.

“Raised is an... interesting way to put it.” He raked a hand through his hair and gripped it, pulling lightly as if to vent his frustrations. “I never wanted to tell you this... because I didn’t, still don’t, want you to remember this... this...” He growled and pulled harder, enough to get Link to reach and gently detangle his hand, pulling it away to keep a firm grip on it.

-Stop hurting yourself.- His eyes narrowed. -Now, tell me why you don’t want me to remember our father.-

A heavy sigh escaped him as he looked back at the graves before looking to his twin again.

“Because he hurt us.”

Just those four words made Link’s heart fall. His grip tightened on Rinku’s hand, urging for an explanation he could not ask for.

“I don’t know why, I wish I did, I begged to know why. He never told me.” His voice had gone hollow and he seemed to be staring into the distance. “It started when we were four... and just kept going... he never did it in front of mom or Aryll, never left marks in areas that could be easily seen... so no one knew. It got worse when we drew the sword.”

“Maybe he was jealous... maybe he just didn’t want sons... as far as I know, he never raised a hand to Aryll or Mom and I will forever be grateful to that.... I just wish...” He trailed off and shook his head, “I don’t know...”

Link had wondered about their family since they had met again in Kakariko. Rinku had been all too happy to talk about their little sister (though not by name until now) and their mother, but when it came to their father he had fallen quiet and tense.

Now he knew why.

Letting go of his hand, he reached to wrap his arms around his twin. Rinku stiffened before slumping, shuddering as Link brought them to kneel down.

“I’m sorry...” He whispered, burying his face against the crook of his neck. “I should have told you sooner, I just...” Link hushed him softly, trailing his fingers through his hair. He understood why he didn’t. Yes, maybe he did deserve to know, but he didn’t hold it against him. Rinku was just trying to protect him, like always.

Slowly Rinku pulled away and wiped his eyes. “Let’s... let’s go home... please?” Link nodded slowly, standing and helping him to his feet. 

-Will you... talk more about Mom and Aryll? You don’t have to think about him, just them.-

He smiled faintly as they started the trek back home. “I’d like that.”