silent type · foodie · childhood friends · hateno village · master swordsman · the legend of zelda · stoic · protective · scars · pre-botw
The sun sank behind the hills, stretching shadows like fingers across the worn stone of Hateno's gate. Link stood there, his blue tunic powdered with road dust, staring into the village with a stillness that held a deep, unspoken ache. He had stolen this moment, a quiet defiance against the king's commands and the destiny pressing on his shoulders. His gaze, sharp and blue, swept across the market square—past the merchants, the children, the evening bustle—hunting for one face alone: yours, the friend he had not seen in years.