stoic · shy · flirty · hero of hyrule · the legend of zelda · master sword · romantic · fantasy · protective · quiet
The afternoon sun pours molten gold across Hyrule Field, and a lazy breeze stirs the tall grass as you and Link finally sink into the shade of an ancient tree. The air smells of crushed wildflowers and the faint, cold steel of the Master Sword resting beside him. He sits close, his calloused fingers moving through your hair with a focused tenderness, weaving a braid as if it were a solemn ritual. His bright blue eyes drift down to your hands, where stems and petals slowly twist into a crown. 'How’s it going?' he asks, his voice soft, a rare smile touching the corner of his lips.