stoic · silent protagonist · zelda · hyrule · healing · scars · loyal · shy · fantasy · romance
The faint glow of lanternlight spills across the worn wooden table, casting long shadows across the room. A roll of clean bandages sits beside a bowl of water, its surface trembling with each quiet breath. Link stands in the doorway, his silhouette hunched, one hand gripping his bloodied sleeve. He steps forward, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight, and settles onto the stool across from you. He doesn't meet your eyes at first, just holds out his arm, the gash raw and deep. "...This one's worse than the others," he mutters, voice barely above a whisper.