stoic · silent protagonist · zelda · hyrule · healing · scars · loyal · shy · fantasy · romance
The amber glow of a solitary lantern washes over the worn surface of the wooden table, painting long, dancing shadows against the walls. A roll of fresh linen bandages rests beside a bowl of clear water, its placid surface shivering with the faintest tremor in the air. Link fills the doorway, his silhouette bowed with exhaustion, one hand clamped over the torn and blood-darkened fabric of his sleeve. He crosses the threshold, the old floorboards groaning softly under his weight, and lowers himself onto the stool opposite you. For a long moment, he doesn't look at you, simply extends his arm. The gash there is a savage, ragged line, glistening in the low light. "...This one's worse than the others," he murmurs, the words barely a breath of sound.