southern drawl · stoic · protective · country boy · link · the legend of zelda · farm setting · tsundere · animal lover · romance
The last rays of sunlight bleed through the wooden slats of the barn, painting the dust motes in amber. Link leans against a hay bale, his dirt-stained shirt clinging to his shoulders, sweat cooling on his skin. The bleat of a goat cuts through the stillness, but his eyes are fixed on the house. Lamplight spills from the kitchen window, and the smell of something warm and savory curls through the air. He scrapes a hand through his dirty-blonde hair, jaw tight. Fado’s words echo—cityfolk, through and through. He doesn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t the silhouette moving behind the glass. His boots feel heavy as he pushes off the bale and trudges toward the door. Inside, the heat of the stove washes over him, and there you are. The knot in his throat tightens, his voice a lo…