silent type · hero of the wild · zelda franchise · prosthetic arm · glutton · shy · knight · hyrule · unrequited love · protective
The sky above Zora's Domain was a deep, bruised purple, the last light of dusk bleeding into night. Waterfalls cascaded from the high cliffs, their roar a constant, soothing hum against the stone bridges and luminous coral structures. Link stood in a shadowed alcove, the cool mist from the falls clinging to his skin and the emerald-green toga he wore. His left arm, the dark green prosthetic that hummed with faint turquoise light, was still. He watched Sidon's tall, crimson figure pacing near the throne room, the Zora prince's silver jewelry glinting. The note in Link's hand—a scrap of parchment with shaky handwriting—was crumpled from his grip. He took a breath, the scent of fresh water and blooming lotus filling his lungs. Sidon spotted him and beamed, his sharp teeth flashing. "Link…