#courageousguise

[spiderstaff]

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“LINK! You have to help me!”

Link’s place was the first place she thought of to go when her ‘other self’ showed up. The one she was convinced was some weird cosplayer for so long... she doesn’t know anything about kids, so she’s tied a rope to her backpack, and is basically dragging her through the fields toward the barn.

“Oh good, you have a kid version of you, too. How the heck are we supposed to handle this? She bit me!”

Kay looks at her Link, ears flat against her head.

“She deserved it.”

[malevolute]

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“Child, I have no time for your dirty looks.  Just when I think I’m free from the grasp of this city, I am once again dragged back as some sort of game to them.”  He plucked away his lute, carefully tuning it by ear.  “Run along now, little hero, if you’re so lucky: we will not cross paths again.”

[existentialismee]

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“Ah, wait! H-hold on a second!”

Watanuki had caught a glimpse of the boy’s green tunic just as he was rounding the corner of the house, dropping the basket of laundry he’d been tending to and immediately chasing after him. But Link was always so swift, sneaking away more times than the man could count at this point-- no matter how often he visited, Watanuki was never able to get him to stay for long.. even though he was a child all on his own. Shouldn’t this have been a place he felt safe in? Shouldn’t he have.. wanted to stay?

To his surprise however, Link seemed to be lingering just at the forest’s edge, instead of running away and hiding like he always did. Watanuki blinked, somewhat stunned for a moment, but decided to act; the weather was changing far too quickly for his liking, and if he stayed out in the woods any longer.. he was going to get sick, or worse.

“.. your name.. it’s Link-kun, right? The other children told me,” careful to keep his distance, Watanuki lowered himself to the boy’s height; smiling in his direction. “They said that you play with them sometimes, when you come by to take the food I leave out for you. I’m glad, you know. It’s good to have friends.”

“You.. really don’t have to leave this time if you don’t want to. I have more of those cookies that you liked back in the house-- and if you’re cold, I could make you a cup of tea. I.. won’t force you to stay, but..” even if he did for a little while, that would be better than nothing. Watanuki knew how frightening it was to be so young and on your own.. he didn’t want this boy to go through the same.

[dimittere]

pixies dance before his eyes. playful, CHILDISH little scamps. before being thrown upon radiale island, ganondorf had not seen so many of the little beings in one place, in quite some time. he didn't REALISE for the longest time, how much he'd miss and WONDER about seeing them bond and interact with the children of hyrule's forest. a child darts across his path followed by a naughty fairy, and he sighs. i'm being haunted. he leans back against the wall, more like a drowning man clinging to life than a proud and WICKED warrior.

❝they've changed.❞ he says. unprompted, but he finds that he just doesn't CARE whether the boy hero would answer. a long trail of fingertips alongside the edifice, like a blind man TAKEN to braille. he exhales a breath he didn't even realise he was withholding. it comes out EASIER than he could ever imagine. ❝the kokiri, they do not bond with fairies in my TIME.❞

hands move, to fold, palm resting within its opposite. he doesn't know why he's so OPEN, damn his wandering tongue! there's no wicked plans, no glory to revel in - he is but a shell, angry and sad and LONELY. and now he faces perhaps the only one who could truly understand what it means to be lost in a time you don't belong. not quite sympathy, no, but as head angles to take in the older appearance of the hero, he finds himself WONDERING just what it took to accustom to such a change.

❝pardon me. i am CERTAIN you have better things to do than to speak with your old ENEMY.❞

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[memoraium]

the pixies seem polite ( to her, at least ), and xion has found a little corner to speak with a few of them. they’re a little more capricious than she expected, going from playing a prank on a passerby to recommending various foods with voices like wind chimes. they’re hypnotic in a way, and xion finds herself giggling alongside them at the next prank they pull on a nearby dancer ― turning the buttons on his coat into grapes that begin to prune into raisins over time.

it’s then she notices there is a young man around her age watching the pixies she’s standing with. there is a forlorn look in his eyes and xion’s heart aches at the sight. she excuses herself from the pixies with a small bow and, adjusting her mask, meanders her way over to the young man.

❝ i hope they haven’t pranked you, ❞ she says, gesturing to the pixies she’d been standing with. she fixes her gaze on the dancing party-goers, but watches her companion out of the corner of her eye. ❝ er, i mean... you seem troubled by them, is all. ❞ 

hopefully she isn’t coming across as being too nosy, @courageousguise​...

[greatseedling]

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✿           long, lush green divides and conquers, forming pathways that twist and turn as labyrinths do. so this was their test? a springtime maze. well, the sprite had pointed them in the direction to go-- the only true way to move: forward. with an outstretched hand, martel laid her palm out. at least if she was to walk down twisted pathways, she could do so with imaginative company.

“come, let’s walk our path.”

[blowyourhousedown]

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Oh, Little One is lost and scared and so, so heartsick for Mama, but now he’s starting to get tired too, runningscampering away from paws that can grab and the bad noises and the bad smells and the stompy tall ones that could trample him underfoot without even seeing. His nose hurts and his paws hurt and his heart hurts most of all because Mama is nowhere. He sniffs desperately again, trying to sort through the whirling, dizzying array of scents for any hint of her - and freezes.

It’s not Mama. But it’s forest.

He takes off at full speed, ignoring the yells and shrieks above him, dodging tall ones left and right to make a beeline for the smell that isn’t home precisely but is so, so much closer than anything in this strange, terrifying place.

Except - except the scent stops abruptly at the paws of a tall one.

Little One skids to a stop, sniffing and whining in confusion. It’s so strong, it must be here, but tall ones aren’t forest! He starts sniffing again frantically, pawing at the bottom of the tall one and whining in confusion. It can’t be coming from this one - where is it hiding the green and the sun and the feeling of home?

[lightoball]

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        little arms and legs made it hard to swim well, and especially fast. he had been lucky to see the little Link again at the lake and together, they had found the squeaky ring that made it easier to float on the water. he was afraid to try and swim without it because of all the excitement, and the humans that were jumping around or falling in from a waterfall that looked really fast. it made the water unsteady, and he might get splashed roughly. something had caught his eye: one of the long soft sticks that were floating in the water too. “Pika!” they had seen others pick them up and flop around, so he wanted to try it out and started kicking to move a little closer.

[wherethewindblew]

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“You’re still hanging around here, huh?  I’m glad to see a familiar face, at least.”  Roll patted out her dress to remove any wrinkles that sat visible for anyone to see.  Honestly, coming here was always a pain, and she always felt so disheveled for the first few days.

“Anything new with you, Link?”

[phantommirrored]

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“Come on, I don’t have all day.  Weren’t you the one that wanted to go out?”  Despite acting like he didn’t want to go out, he actually did.  He just  had to be as difficult as possible.

“I don’t want to get all the gross candy.”

[redlichbluelich]

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The door isn’t opening. Barry appreciates Link’s offer of help with the move, and it’s gone well so far: they’ve gathered together the things to bring outside without anything breaking. But now the door won’t open.

Neither will the window, when Barry tries opening it to get a look at whatever’s going on. The ice frozen to the seam of it is very stubborn. “Well. We might be snowed in... somehow.” It really doesn’t seem like high enough snow to be a barrier, icy coat or not, but the door absolutely won’t open.

“Sorry about this.” It's upsetting that this is happening right around the height of the panic he’s been tamping down about the Hunger imminently descending on this place. Right when he really needs to be putting hours into fortifying the castle, not being stuck in the old house. “Maybe we’ll have a better vantage point from upstairs?”

[spiderstaff]

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“This isn’t your fight, Link” Kay says. She’s holding one unsuspecting partygoer up by the collar of their shirt after they had dared get in her way when she notices someone looking at her. Someone familiar... not that she plans to stop anytime soon, even for him.

“Stay out of it. I have no quarrel with you.”

[flyingspinkicks]

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🐉

It’s hard to tear your eyes off it. The humming of the engine, its lithe body wiggling, arms wavering, a perpetual smile plastered upon its face. Casting a shadow over you like a giant of the hils. The sign next to it reads Willy’s Wheelbarrow Emporium. Eyes moving from the sign to the creature before you once more. A hand brough to your chin as you think. 

“What in the world is a giant inflatable waving arm man and what manner of bounty is on its head...”

[geniussage]

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Beneath the shaded canopy of trees, Genis walked an aimless path through the forest of Mistwood. He found the nature enchanting in a way the sprawling city could never be, and it was a pleasant reprieve from the noises there that made it hard to think. Having spent so much time getting here, it grew dark quicker than he expected and he could admit that he might be a little lost. 

He squinted, looking around in an attempt to discern what direction he started in. A quiet but pleased gasp escaped him when he spotted a gangly fawn wandering in a manner that suggested it might be as turned around as Genis was. The half-elf began to approach, starting with small and quiet steps, but ground to a halt when the young deer’s ears perked and head swerved to look to the side.

When Genis followed the creature’s gaze, he was shocked to find not another animal, but a young boy wandering the forest as well. What was even more unexpected was how the fawn stared at the blond boy for only a moment before trotting towards him, almost like it knew and trusted him.

Genis let out a long sigh and braced himself for the inevitable embarrassment of admitting he was lost, then shook his head and began to march towards the two.

[dimittere]

ganondorf did not know what to expect when he arrived in the city. by all regards he should be dying or DEAD - - or, or what? though on the surface he's cold, STATUESQUE, doubts ring within the hollows of his skull. the triforce / hyrule, both alien to his grasp — UNOBTAINABLE as far as he could tell, clawing towards the skies, stripped to his bones of his abilities. aye, if he's to set his plans in motion once more — he's to play nice, to explore and to learn, and YET …

yet … he feels it searing into his blood and threatening to tear his soul apart. bonded by fate, as the goddesses have DECREED, power weighed against courage. for a moment, a very long moment, he felt freedom from his immortal coil, seconds ticking into hours where the powers that came to be thousands of years ago did not have their HANDS upon his being. but he feels it now, suddenly, as if driven into his side by dagger blade, a connection with another —- HIS MIND IS WHELMED BY NOTHING ELSE BESIDES RAGE! would it be easy to ignore the hero's existence! live with his life and his sins! there's no need to fight! surely! yet, he's a puppet on a string, moved by the hand of demise, and what other choice does he have? his goals stripped away from him, his entire life without purpose.

he stands, facing the wretched ocean, brine and salt sparking the air before him. ganondorf snorts, bitter taste upon his tongue. footsteps approach, grass tossed underfoot, stepping stones clattering, he doesn't need to look to see who it is. IS THIS FATE OR IS THIS COINCIDENCE? an ear flicks, he touches a hand to his wooden sword, he does not strike. how wise of them to strip me BARE like this, he scoffs internally. though it all simmers beneath his bones, threatening to reject common sense, he shuts his eyes and feels against his skin, a sea BREEZE.

❝boy. it's been a while.❞

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[smallserenity]

“Luna-P is.. not just a ball. We’re friends!”

Chibiusa, cradled the ball between her palms, bouncing it once against the ground. Luna-P was much, much more... although she doubted someone else would understand the device’s importance to her. After all, the history they shared was long and special.

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