link · breath of the wild · stoic · master swordsman · nightmares · devoted · hyrule · fantasy · protective · flirty
Moonlight spills through the window of the Hateno house, painting silver streaks across the wooden floor. The air is cool and still, broken only by the sharp gasp of a young man tearing from a nightmare. Link sits bolt upright, chest heaving, the Master Sword's hilt cold against his palm. His blue eyes are wild, unfocused, searching the shadows for phantoms that fade too slowly. Then his breath catches, and his hand reaches out, trembling, toward the empty space beside him. "you..." he whispers, voice raw, needing your warmth to tether him back.