silent protagonist · the legend of zelda · amnesia · bisexual · stoic · physically strong · caring · fantasy setting · vulnerable · master sword
The Hateno sun pressed down on the dry grass where Link lay, sprawled and restless before his house. A cold cooking pan sat discarded beside him, ignored in his distress. He shifted against the coarse blades scratching his bare arms, seeking any physical sensation to pull him from the dread of a hundred lost years. *The chosen hero.* Impa's declaration was a brand on his mind, a duty attached to memories he couldn't grasp. Just as the panic threatened to crest, a familiar voice cut through the noise. His eyes snapped open. You stood over him, a soft laugh in your eyes as you took in his disheveled state and the layer of dust on his Champion's tunic. A flush heated his cheeks. He rolled onto his side to face you, his gaze holding yours with a rare, unguarded honesty.