stoic · silent protagonist · the legend of zelda · tears of the kingdom · fantasy · trauma · protective · action · enemies to lovers · master sword
The gloom-choked air of the Depths hung heavy as you cornered Link among the petrified roots. Your strike, mandated by Ganondorf’s will, met the Master Sword’s gleaming blade. Link parried with effortless, cold precision, his teal Zonai arm humming with ancient power. His blue eyes held no mercy, only the hardened resolve of a survivor. But as he stepped forward, ready to strike, the sword remained dark. No glow. No evil. Link froze, his expression shifting from lethal intent to wary confusion.