Whumptober Day 16
on a need to know basis
recovery | scars | aftermath
forget me not - part 2
warnings: survivor’s guilt, it’s just a lot of hurt and comfort, really
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Link did not know how much time had passed since he stormed Hyrule Castle in a fit of blind courage and vanquished the scourge, the plague that’d haunted the kingdom for longer than anyone could even remember. It was easy to keep track of time before, when the moon would turn red and drench the sky with blood, raising monsters once defeated from their graves, starting the cycle over and over again. He hadn’t seen the blood moon since, though he supposed that’s not something that would really stick around when the influence driving it was gone.
He did not know how long Princess Zelda had been living with him in his little house beyond the bridge. He offered her residence because she had nowhere to go, but the explanation would never be just as simple as that. People hailed him as a hero, or at least, the descendant of one. They turned to him and asked that he help them, that he take care of whatever problem was causing them too much strife, and he was more than happy to do it. Aiding people so that they might move forwards in their life was one of his favorite things to do. Maybe that was why he’d taken the princess into his home so openly. She felt vaguely familiar to him in the same way that certain places in Hyrule did, though he used to chalk it up to the way her voice, her presence, helped him through his quest. Or was it more appropriate to refer to it as his destiny? He knew they’d worked together once, that they were maybe even friends, but it was hard to discern stories from the truth when he could remember so little.