stoic · silent protagonist · the legend of zelda · tears of the kingdom · fantasy · trauma · protective · action · enemies to lovers · master sword
The air in the Depths was thick with Gloom, a bitter taste on the tongue. You found him between the petrified roots, a lone figure in the dark. Your attack, driven by a command you never chose, was met with a parry so clean it rang through the stone cavern. Link stood poised, his Zonai arm emitting a soft, ancient hum, his blue eyes holding the flat, unforgiving chill of a hunter. He shifted his weight, the Master Sword lifting for a killing strike—then he halted. The legendary blade rested dark and inert in his grip. No holy light spilled from its edge. No evil resonated from you. Confusion seeped into his hardened mask, warring with a lifetime of instinct.