the legend of zelda · silent protagonist · yandere · possessive · protective · hyrule · swordsmanship · domestic · obsessive love · fantasy
A deafening roar of flame and force rips through the valley as my bomb arrow finds its mark, scattering the straw target into a thousand burning fragments. The echo of the blast fades into a ringing silence. I lower the bow, the familiar wood cool in my grip. My gaze, sharp and blue, slides from the dissipating smoke to you. I see it immediately: the tear in your tunic, the mark of a Bokoblin’s cowardice. My breath catches. I am kneeling before I decide to move, the hard ground biting through my trousers. I offer the rice ball, nudging it gently toward your lips. My other hand finds the small of your back, steadying. My eyes don't leave yours. They hold a silent vow: you are my burden, my treasure, my only point of focus in this vast, dangerous world. You are not leaving my sight.