[ Sally never really meant to miss Christmas; she knows Link probably has no cultural context for Christmas (maybe?) but, still. So when gift giving season rolls around again, this time, she is prepared.
Her gift to him is another quiver of arrows; the quiver is sleek black leather, but nothing overly special; it's mostly a mechanism to keep the arrows safe and in place. There are forty of them, each sporting black feathers tipped in a different shade of ink at the very tips.
10 blue, 10 red, 10 yellow, and 10 purple.
Each set causes sleep, aggression, paralysis, and hallucinations in their targets respectively.
The little note pinned to the quiver explains as such. Scrawled across the bottom is a single line of Sally's haphazard writing, which reads consider this an upgrade; take care, Sally
Now this is all well and good, but somehow, a few extra gifts followed the first one to Link's door. The first is a massive inflatable penis. And it's green. And apparently somewhere someone is just giving away green nipple clamps because a set of those show up too. And strawberry chocolate vaginas, because Duplicity. You can't not. Sally has no freakin clue ]
-= Link has absolutely no concept of what 'christmas' is, other than a winter, gift giving holiday. He's heard conflicting things from different people, though 'christmas' seems less this world's things than the humans that had been brought here. He hadn't taken part, save for that one experiment with the hanging sock that he hadn't expected to work. That, like practically everything he does, had been for someone else's benefit more than his own, but he can't deny it's just... easier being a dominant.
So he hadn't been expecting the quiver, let alone all the arrows. He's never had arrows enchanted(drugged?) in quite this way before. He is definitely grateful, and maybe even a bit guilty.
The other things.. well he pays little attention to those.
Except the vaginas. Because chocolate.
Sally will eventually get a little blond hylian knocking at her door again not long after. At least he didn't come in through the window this time?=-
[ Who actually knocks on the front door? Morrigan has a key, after all. And Link does usually use the windows, doesn't he? Even though they're not officially living together anymore, Sally still seems to have grown use to the adorable hylian's odd little quirks, such as that.
Her brief curious confusion disappears beneath a friendly smile lit on genuine warmth when she realizes exactly who has come calling. ]
Link! Oh, it's been too long! Not using the windows, today? There's no need to be so formal, using the front door like some kind of stranger...
[ she's teasing him, smile shrinking and softening some as she steps aside to invite her trusted companion inside ]
Link just shrugs, hands in his pockets. "Was already here."
The window entry is because he usually likes to travel via rooftop and windows are faster than going all the way down just to come up again. It had been easier as a sub to avoid the smut police if he wasn't in easy view. That isn't going to be as much of a problem now, but it's probably not going to change all that much about how he goes about things.
He steps inside, feeling a bit guilty about just abandoning their contract like he had. She's not alone, he knows that, but his thoughts had been solely on wanting to keep someone from being tortured by the city like he'd been, and handed off to a dominant he didn't know.
She's just not used to him walking around on the ground, yet. There's logic to the shift that she could deduce, but really, all she wanted was something to playfully pester him about. It's one of the ways she shows her affection, like the youthful habit just never abandoned her adult self.
"You're so welcome. I missed a holiday somewhere back there, and sort of wanted to make up for it. I thought it might be... I don't know, special, or something? If I made everything myself, because apparently, I'm not bad enough at gifts already." She circles around him, brushing his hand with her own by means of drive-by affection as she makes her way towards the open concept kitchen.
"I didn't struggle with yours, though. So thanks for not being too difficult to shop for. Something to drink?"
The ground isn't all that fun to be honest. Too flat and boring, but even he has to take advantage of convenience once in a while. Luckily, he knows her well enough by now to understand how her affections work by now.
"I missed it too. Mostly. Someone explained about the wishing socks." Which he thought were silly, but on the off chance it would work he gave it a try. This place can be so haphazard about it's magic and reasoning sometimes.
The touch gets her a little smile, and he follows behind as she heads towards the kitchen, nodding at the offer. "I want to do something for you too."
"The...? Oh, the stockings, I understand..." it might be nothing, but she's quiet for a few moments while she gets a pair of glasses. She might have almost looked a bit sad, but sweeps that hidden something away as Link follows behind her. Hard to feel too miserable in the company of friends.
"Oh, do you now?" she's a bit more teasing than flirty-- a definite sign she feels comfortable enough around him to let down her guard bit by bit. Meanwhile, she heads over to the fridge to inspect what she may have left in various other stages of sobriety.
"There's... grapefruit cocktail, I think? Juice? Bottled water?" she doesn't make a habit of drinking tap water. Because reasons.
"I didn't think it would actually do anything." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. Link isn't the greatest when it comes to emotions, and people in general, so he misses whatever flicker of disquiet passes over her. Things aren't going to change that much, he doesn't expect. Just the place he sleeps is different, whenever he finally decides to do so after however many days of running around.
"Yeah..." A missed gift, and an apology too. He mutters something about juice as he tries to put his thoughts in order. Anxiety isn't really an issue at the moment, but he can't exactly remember what he wants to help with is called.
Juice for Link, cocktail for Sally. She pushes the glass across the counter towards him with a amiable smile before taking up her own drink for a small sip.
"Pituitary Extract?" she looks a bit surprised-- grateful and then a little bit sheepish.
"I do appreciate the offer, but if I go and drain you of those particular fluids, you won't be any good to be for the rest of the visit." Her coltish expression shows the purpose with which she wove together those specific words. A giggle with fae-like mischief follows her as she rounds the counter herself, drink in hand, and comes to stand comfortably her ...friend. Friend? Friend, yes... that is apparently a thing now. What the fuck?
"I'd much prefer a chat, to be honest. Join me on the couch?" Absolutely not a gossip-sesh no way and nope.
"Yes. That." It'll probably be easier for him to remember this time, what without the crippling headache.
He snags the glass as it slides and takes a drink. Alchohol isn't something he does often, and he hasn't felt comfortable enough in this place to let his control slip even a little bit. Also, he likes juice. Fruit had made up most of his diet once upon a time.
The tips of his ears go a little pink at her insinuation, but he nods when she suggests the couch and goes with her whenever she moves. "And I didn't mean... my fluids. From the gangs in the Down."
It's always far too satisfying for Sally to make her current company blush, but maybe a little more so with Link. She doesn't bother to think to hard on why that might be; it's unwise to look a gift horse in the mouth, isn't it? Perhaps she just wants to enjoy the feeling without letting herself think up some reason she shouldn't.
"Oh? Not a bad idea; can't say I haven't been the agent of karma before," she slides onto the couch and pulls Link down next to her so they're sitting side to side. "Why do you think The Extractor is built the way it is? I didn't always exactly ask for permission." There's a very faint sadism to her mischief, like a fairy with a fanged smile. But it's mostly coltish dry humor in her expression.
"Link, are you offering to take me out for a night on the town? Hunting hooligans and drinks at midnight?" she's being playfully sarcastic, but there's also a small note of intrigue in her voice, like she thinks the idea itself has some merit.
The two of them are of a similar mindset when it comes to not wanting to think to hard about certain things, especially in a place like this. He just goes with the flow, taking things moment by moment as he always had. At least in terms of what he's able to remember.
Link plops down on the couch next to her, shoulder to shoulder. He enjoys her company, crazy science included. Somehow, he's not surprised at all by the admission. "I figured as much." Considering he can't imagine she'd have gotten many willing participants in her little endeavor, considering how bad she'd described things to have been for her.
He settles beside her, giving her a curious look. He hadn't considered bringing her along, figuring he'd be doing all the work as per usual. "... Yes?"
"You're clever, I thought you might," though she's teasingly flattering him like usual, there is an undertone of something deeper than that; maybe empathy? They both seem to know what it feels like to be constantly fighting and so rarely gifted with real safety. She had guessed Link wouldn't disprove too deeply, but it's still... nice, when things so as she anticipated.
"Don't looked so surprised, I told you, I'm no damsel in distress," she smirks, aiming to nudge him playfully in the ribs with her shoulder. "Actually I could handle it myself, but I would appreciate the company," now she's really playing up her aloofness to his very sweet offer, but she breaks face almost immediately as a faintly wild smile touches her lips.
"Is it bad that an evening of hooligan hunting with you sounds like a blast? I think it might be a little bad-- schadenfreude shouldn't feel this good, should it?"
Link doesn't particularly disapprove at all. Survival comes in many forms, and he hadn't only been going up against monsters and machines. He'd fought and killed other hylians who thought amusing him on the road was a well thought out plan. Granted, he's not actively killing anyone in the city, but a good maiming can go a long way.
Still, he has a helpful streak a mile wide, seconded only to his need to protect people. So he's not keen on her going down there alone, especially with the way things are now. There are nights where some neighborhoods are practically warzones.
He smirks right back at her when she nudges him, leaning back in her direction. "Shaden-whatnow?"
"Schadenfreude is German for 'happiness at the misfortune of others,'" she explains, with perhaps more enjoyment and less concern than a softer-hearted person might. Really, humor just became a way to cope with everything that fell apart.
"As in, I shouldn't get so much pleasure out of the idea of a night on the town with you, finding unwitting victims for my drill. I suppose you could test out those arrows I made for you too, unless you were saving them for something special." When he leans into her coltish nudge Sally finds a conspicuous absence of the urge to pull back. Is she... actually enjoying the feeling of being close to someone with no ulterior agenda? Her weight is very slight but there's a little shift as she adjusts to sit more comfortably against Link's side. See, no impending doom, this is fine. And good. Good and Fine.
Fine and Good. He shifts unconciously so she can tuck herself more easily against his side.
Neither of them are soft people. He's more curious about what sort of people 'germans' are that have a word for something like that. He's more neutral himself on most things, though even he admits that sometimes there are people that deserve what they get. Hence offering to go cause some intense headaches to some unfortunate ruffians they happen across.
"Why not? We're not doing anything nearly as bad as what they're already doing to people." It's a service, in face. They'll be protecting people that would have otherwise been accosted. "And if the opportunity arises, I'll use them. I've never had arrows that did those sorts of things."
"Why not, indeed?" something she used to ask herself a lot, when things in Wellington Wells started to get really dicey. Link is right; even if she does have a small sadistic streak, at least it's being put to good use? Better than the criminals they'll catch by the end of their little adventure, certainly.
"... well, actually, I am sort of comfortable," she mutters, just the slightest bit embarrassed, not that she meant to let that slip. "Maybe the vigilante-ism can wait for just a little while," she tries to adapt her typical grace grace and almost sticks the landing, too. Her head thumps lightly against his shoulder and she releases a breezy sigh, habitually playing off a cooler mood than she's currently in.
Currently, mood equals trying not to like the cuddles as much as she does. Or trying not to show it, anyway. Maybe if she says some words it will draw attention away from her tentatively tucking her tiny self against Link's ribs.
"Really? I hope you have fun with them, and I'd be happy to make you more." Nope, still face not feeling any less warm. Bugger.
Trying to survive in harsh environments tends to breed the more unkind parts of people. He's not innocent of sadistic methods himself, considering how there have been certain situations where he'd left nothing alive in the wake of his passing. The most brutal tend to be the more effective solutions. Harvesting brain juice through the nose seems tame compared to some of the things he's done.
"Can go whenever." He says in that deceptively soft way of his, the corners of his mouth quirking a bit as she makes herself comfortable against him. "Doubt the gangs are goin' anywhere any time soon."
Link relaxes a bit more into the couch, not in any particular rush to be anywhere at the moment. As someone who's practically always on the go, pinning him down like this is a rare thing. "Back home, people could enchant stuff with elements, nothin' like what you made."
It isn't everyone who would share Link's chill reaction to her mid-tier mad science; someone also forged in a treacherous environment could probably understand better than one who was born to easier circumstances. If she must hurt and possibly kill a couple of ( dozens of ) people, she shouldn't have to be miserable the whole time doing it.
"I appreciate your idea of a fun night out," she's sly and approving, but there's also a faint fracture of sincerity through her usual composure. "Let's be especially sports-man-like and give them a little more time to spontaneously grow a conscious; when it's all drills and arrows, they won't be able to say we didn't give them a chance."
She is a bit surprised Link seems content on the couch with her, especially if he came here with a task in mind. She appreciates that she's been allowed to steal him for her own purposes, whatever they happen to be. Cuddles are nice; she can barely remember the last time she did something like this out of genuine affection.
"I suppose that's fair, considering I know Jack and Shit about magic. Science gets the job done well enough, but I'd love to be able to fling fireballs or enchant things; something flashy like that." Then, as though it just occurred to her to ask, "do you know any magic, Link?"
Sally isn't the first science minded lady that Link has gotten mixed up with, though Zelda was less a creator of mad science and more a reclaimer of it. Her plans had been sound, even if things didn't go as planned. The closest to sciencing he ever gets personally is experiments in elixir making. Or 'making drugs out of animals and shit' as that one young man had claimed. One does what one must to survive, and if that includes drinking lizard juice that makes you fireproof or messing with fruit so you don't have to sleep for days? Well, he won't hesitate.
Link also isn't someone who is mindlessly free of distractions. People tend to have a way of drawing him into their antics at times, which isn't a bad thing. If he didn't take a moment here and there to relax, he'd have cracked a long time ago. While he can't remember much about who he used to be, from what he can remember he's pretty sure he'd been close to doing so, and that's likely why he'd failed.
He's not going to let that happen again.
"Sort of. I can... make elixirs that can do things, but the actual powers I have were given to me. I didn't earn them myself."
Sally makes a mental note to ask Link about his elixirs in more detail-- she's sure the ingredients and knowledge must be at least a little transferable. But apparently Link HAS powers and she's just hearing about this now?!
"Wait, hold on. You have powers? As in, actual magical powers? You can do magic?" she sits up slightly and swats him playfully on the shoulder. "Why am I just learning about this now?" she's laughing as she says it, her eyes alight with a warmth and curiosity. "Someone gave them to you? How does that work exactly?"
The knowledge might be transferable, but he's not run into any ingredients that compare to the monsters he's used to slaughtering for their bits and bobs. The other critters might be doable. Maybe.
Link winces at the swat and rubs awkwardly at the back of his head. "You didn't ask until now?" He goes a bit quiet a moment after that. Not muted entirely, but contemplative as his smile grows a little sad. "It's.. a long story. When my.. friends died.." There seems to be some hesitation on calling them friends. He remembers enough about them to know that he hadn't been the best of friends to any of them, having been so emotionally shut off. And he's pretty sure one of them actively hated him.
"Their souls were trapped. When I finally freed them, they gave me their powers to help me fight the Calamity. I have part of them with me now."
She settles back and listens to the explanation, finding she doesn't mind deliberately returning to her cocoon of warmth against Link's side while she does.
"Oh, shit... I'm sorry," her white gloved hand folds delicately against Link's shoulder, and her expression crumples with an awkward kind of empathy that is quite uncertain and imperfect enough to be completely genuine. Urgh, way to stumble onto an awkward subject, she berates herself.
"... You didn't have to tell me all that, you know," she says softly, giving his bicep a little squeeze. "But I appreciate it. And I really am sorry about your friends. I'm glad they still managed to help you somehow, in the end." She hears the hesitance in his voice; she knows how fucking complicated people can be, how friendships can get tangled and muddled and complicated. It's nice that despite whatever may have happened to cause Link's uncertainty now didn't stop his friends from helping him; she's even a little envious, but not in a way that bares any ill will towards Link himself.
"You said the powers were to fight something? What can you do, if you don't mind my asking?"
Link shakes his head. There's nothing for her to be sorry about. It's not her fault everything had ended up the way it had. Or that he'd been so weak he'd been barely capable of being a person. Urbosa said things had to have gone the way they did, but he's not so sure. It doesn't seem fair. Not that anything had ever been fair.
He gives a half hearted shrug, but nods at her appreciation. Maybe he didn't have to tell her, but he doesn't feel any particular need to keep it a secret from her. Link has never been good at muddled and complicated, and is much more inclined to be straight forward. When he's actually inclined to speak.
"Wind. Lightning. Shield." Then he pauses again, clearly trying to figure out how to word the last one. "I don't think.. I can die easily."
"As far as gifts of parting go, those do seem terribly handy," she plays up her sheepishness with the statement, leaning into her inclination to lighten the mood. It's not that she doesn't want to talk about more serious things with him, more that she'd rather not trouble him with any undue sadness. Lord knows she avoids her own sadness like the plague.
"I sure as hell don't know how to distill any of that into an atomizer; sorry to gush but magic is so posh. Do you know how it works exactly? Are there restrictions? 'Only 12 lightning bolts every six hours' or something?" whelp, now she's all curious. She might have wanted to talk about something else before, but her brain is currently fixed on 'BUT MAGIC THOUGH.' She grew up reading fantasy novels, Knights and Dragons and so on, so it's a particularly enchanting subject.
They are handy! Certainly got him out of many a bind as he'd rolled along alone. Though is some ways, carrying these abilities helped him not feel as lost. Sally does too, in her own way. She's oddly easy to talk to, which is a rarity for him. It's almost like she understands him more than most.
"I'm not sure how they work. Rivali had to practice a lot to make his Gale, I don't think thats something a hylian could have ever done." Same with the others. They became Champions because they'd been special. For all he knows, the goddess had blessed them too. "It feels like... they are still doing it, just through me. I can only handle so much at once."
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Date: 2020-02-24 02:35 am (UTC)Her gift to him is another quiver of arrows; the quiver is sleek black leather, but nothing overly special; it's mostly a mechanism to keep the arrows safe and in place. There are forty of them, each sporting black feathers tipped in a different shade of ink at the very tips.
10 blue, 10 red, 10 yellow, and 10 purple.
Each set causes sleep, aggression, paralysis, and hallucinations in their targets respectively.
The little note pinned to the quiver explains as such. Scrawled across the bottom is a single line of Sally's haphazard writing, which reads consider this an upgrade; take care, Sally
Now this is all well and good, but somehow, a few extra gifts followed the first one to Link's door. The first is a massive inflatable penis. And it's green. And apparently somewhere someone is just giving away green nipple clamps because a set of those show up too. And strawberry chocolate vaginas, because Duplicity. You can't not. Sally has no freakin clue ]
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Date: 2020-02-29 07:46 pm (UTC)So he hadn't been expecting the quiver, let alone all the arrows. He's never had arrows enchanted(drugged?) in quite this way before. He is definitely grateful, and maybe even a bit guilty.
The other things.. well he pays little attention to those.
Except the vaginas. Because chocolate.
Sally will eventually get a little blond hylian knocking at her door again not long after. At least he didn't come in through the window this time?=-
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Date: 2020-03-01 11:24 pm (UTC)Her brief curious confusion disappears beneath a friendly smile lit on genuine warmth when she realizes exactly who has come calling. ]
Link! Oh, it's been too long! Not using the windows, today? There's no need to be so formal, using the front door like some kind of stranger...
[ she's teasing him, smile shrinking and softening some as she steps aside to invite her trusted companion inside ]
Well, come in won't you?
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Date: 2020-03-03 12:21 am (UTC)The window entry is because he usually likes to travel via rooftop and windows are faster than going all the way down just to come up again. It had been easier as a sub to avoid the smut police if he wasn't in easy view. That isn't going to be as much of a problem now, but it's probably not going to change all that much about how he goes about things.
He steps inside, feeling a bit guilty about just abandoning their contract like he had. She's not alone, he knows that, but his thoughts had been solely on wanting to keep someone from being tortured by the city like he'd been, and handed off to a dominant he didn't know.
"I wanted to thank you. For the arrows."
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Date: 2020-03-04 09:46 pm (UTC)"You're so welcome. I missed a holiday somewhere back there, and sort of wanted to make up for it. I thought it might be... I don't know, special, or something? If I made everything myself, because apparently, I'm not bad enough at gifts already." She circles around him, brushing his hand with her own by means of drive-by affection as she makes her way towards the open concept kitchen.
"I didn't struggle with yours, though. So thanks for not being too difficult to shop for. Something to drink?"
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Date: 2020-03-05 03:41 pm (UTC)"I missed it too. Mostly. Someone explained about the wishing socks." Which he thought were silly, but on the off chance it would work he gave it a try. This place can be so haphazard about it's magic and reasoning sometimes.
The touch gets her a little smile, and he follows behind as she heads towards the kitchen, nodding at the offer. "I want to do something for you too."
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Date: 2020-03-07 10:46 pm (UTC)"Oh, do you now?" she's a bit more teasing than flirty-- a definite sign she feels comfortable enough around him to let down her guard bit by bit. Meanwhile, she heads over to the fridge to inspect what she may have left in various other stages of sobriety.
"There's... grapefruit cocktail, I think? Juice? Bottled water?" she doesn't make a habit of drinking tap water. Because reasons.
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Date: 2020-03-08 05:35 pm (UTC)"Yeah..." A missed gift, and an apology too. He mutters something about juice as he tries to put his thoughts in order. Anxiety isn't really an issue at the moment, but he can't exactly remember what he wants to help with is called.
"I thought I could.. get you brain.. stuff."
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Date: 2020-03-11 10:48 pm (UTC)"Pituitary Extract?" she looks a bit surprised-- grateful and then a little bit sheepish.
"I do appreciate the offer, but if I go and drain you of those particular fluids, you won't be any good to be for the rest of the visit." Her coltish expression shows the purpose with which she wove together those specific words. A giggle with fae-like mischief follows her as she rounds the counter herself, drink in hand, and comes to stand comfortably her ...friend. Friend? Friend, yes... that is apparently a thing now. What the fuck?
"I'd much prefer a chat, to be honest. Join me on the couch?" Absolutely not a gossip-sesh no way and nope.
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Date: 2020-03-12 03:51 pm (UTC)He snags the glass as it slides and takes a drink. Alchohol isn't something he does often, and he hasn't felt comfortable enough in this place to let his control slip even a little bit. Also, he likes juice. Fruit had made up most of his diet once upon a time.
The tips of his ears go a little pink at her insinuation, but he nods when she suggests the couch and goes with her whenever she moves. "And I didn't mean... my fluids. From the gangs in the Down."
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Date: 2020-03-16 01:00 am (UTC)"Oh? Not a bad idea; can't say I haven't been the agent of karma before," she slides onto the couch and pulls Link down next to her so they're sitting side to side. "Why do you think The Extractor is built the way it is? I didn't always exactly ask for permission." There's a very faint sadism to her mischief, like a fairy with a fanged smile. But it's mostly coltish dry humor in her expression.
"Link, are you offering to take me out for a night on the town? Hunting hooligans and drinks at midnight?" she's being playfully sarcastic, but there's also a small note of intrigue in her voice, like she thinks the idea itself has some merit.
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Date: 2020-03-17 04:44 pm (UTC)Link plops down on the couch next to her, shoulder to shoulder. He enjoys her company, crazy science included. Somehow, he's not surprised at all by the admission. "I figured as much." Considering he can't imagine she'd have gotten many willing participants in her little endeavor, considering how bad she'd described things to have been for her.
He settles beside her, giving her a curious look. He hadn't considered bringing her along, figuring he'd be doing all the work as per usual. "... Yes?"
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Date: 2020-03-19 01:51 am (UTC)"Don't looked so surprised, I told you, I'm no damsel in distress," she smirks, aiming to nudge him playfully in the ribs with her shoulder. "Actually I could handle it myself, but I would appreciate the company," now she's really playing up her aloofness to his very sweet offer, but she breaks face almost immediately as a faintly wild smile touches her lips.
"Is it bad that an evening of hooligan hunting with you sounds like a blast? I think it might be a little bad-- schadenfreude shouldn't feel this good, should it?"
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Date: 2020-03-19 04:20 pm (UTC)Still, he has a helpful streak a mile wide, seconded only to his need to protect people. So he's not keen on her going down there alone, especially with the way things are now. There are nights where some neighborhoods are practically warzones.
He smirks right back at her when she nudges him, leaning back in her direction. "Shaden-whatnow?"
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Date: 2020-03-19 11:30 pm (UTC)"As in, I shouldn't get so much pleasure out of the idea of a night on the town with you, finding unwitting victims for my drill. I suppose you could test out those arrows I made for you too, unless you were saving them for something special." When he leans into her coltish nudge Sally finds a conspicuous absence of the urge to pull back. Is she... actually enjoying the feeling of being close to someone with no ulterior agenda? Her weight is very slight but there's a little shift as she adjusts to sit more comfortably against Link's side. See, no impending doom, this is fine. And good. Good and Fine.
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Date: 2020-03-27 03:08 am (UTC)Neither of them are soft people. He's more curious about what sort of people 'germans' are that have a word for something like that. He's more neutral himself on most things, though even he admits that sometimes there are people that deserve what they get. Hence offering to go cause some intense headaches to some unfortunate ruffians they happen across.
"Why not? We're not doing anything nearly as bad as what they're already doing to people." It's a service, in face. They'll be protecting people that would have otherwise been accosted. "And if the opportunity arises, I'll use them. I've never had arrows that did those sorts of things."
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Date: 2020-03-28 11:33 pm (UTC)"... well, actually, I am sort of comfortable," she mutters, just the slightest bit embarrassed, not that she meant to let that slip. "Maybe the vigilante-ism can wait for just a little while," she tries to adapt her typical grace grace and almost sticks the landing, too. Her head thumps lightly against his shoulder and she releases a breezy sigh, habitually playing off a cooler mood than she's currently in.
Currently, mood equals trying not to like the cuddles as much as she does. Or trying not to show it, anyway. Maybe if she says some words it will draw attention away from her tentatively tucking her tiny self against Link's ribs.
"Really? I hope you have fun with them, and I'd be happy to make you more." Nope, still face not feeling any less warm. Bugger.
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Date: 2020-04-07 12:52 am (UTC)"Can go whenever." He says in that deceptively soft way of his, the corners of his mouth quirking a bit as she makes herself comfortable against him. "Doubt the gangs are goin' anywhere any time soon."
Link relaxes a bit more into the couch, not in any particular rush to be anywhere at the moment. As someone who's practically always on the go, pinning him down like this is a rare thing. "Back home, people could enchant stuff with elements, nothin' like what you made."
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Date: 2020-04-07 10:21 pm (UTC)"I appreciate your idea of a fun night out," she's sly and approving, but there's also a faint fracture of sincerity through her usual composure. "Let's be especially sports-man-like and give them a little more time to spontaneously grow a conscious; when it's all drills and arrows, they won't be able to say we didn't give them a chance."
She is a bit surprised Link seems content on the couch with her, especially if he came here with a task in mind. She appreciates that she's been allowed to steal him for her own purposes, whatever they happen to be. Cuddles are nice; she can barely remember the last time she did something like this out of genuine affection.
"I suppose that's fair, considering I know Jack and Shit about magic. Science gets the job done well enough, but I'd love to be able to fling fireballs or enchant things; something flashy like that." Then, as though it just occurred to her to ask, "do you know any magic, Link?"
sorry i'm taking so long D:
Date: 2020-04-15 05:40 pm (UTC)Link also isn't someone who is mindlessly free of distractions. People tend to have a way of drawing him into their antics at times, which isn't a bad thing. If he didn't take a moment here and there to relax, he'd have cracked a long time ago. While he can't remember much about who he used to be, from what he can remember he's pretty sure he'd been close to doing so, and that's likely why he'd failed.
He's not going to let that happen again.
"Sort of. I can... make elixirs that can do things, but the actual powers I have were given to me. I didn't earn them myself."
No worries dude =D
Date: 2020-04-15 10:10 pm (UTC)"Wait, hold on. You have powers? As in, actual magical powers? You can do magic?" she sits up slightly and swats him playfully on the shoulder. "Why am I just learning about this now?" she's laughing as she says it, her eyes alight with a warmth and curiosity. "Someone gave them to you? How does that work exactly?"
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Date: 2020-04-17 07:19 pm (UTC)Link winces at the swat and rubs awkwardly at the back of his head. "You didn't ask until now?" He goes a bit quiet a moment after that. Not muted entirely, but contemplative as his smile grows a little sad. "It's.. a long story. When my.. friends died.." There seems to be some hesitation on calling them friends. He remembers enough about them to know that he hadn't been the best of friends to any of them, having been so emotionally shut off. And he's pretty sure one of them actively hated him.
"Their souls were trapped. When I finally freed them, they gave me their powers to help me fight the Calamity. I have part of them with me now."
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Date: 2020-04-21 01:54 am (UTC)"Oh, shit... I'm sorry," her white gloved hand folds delicately against Link's shoulder, and her expression crumples with an awkward kind of empathy that is quite uncertain and imperfect enough to be completely genuine. Urgh, way to stumble onto an awkward subject, she berates herself.
"... You didn't have to tell me all that, you know," she says softly, giving his bicep a little squeeze. "But I appreciate it. And I really am sorry about your friends. I'm glad they still managed to help you somehow, in the end." She hears the hesitance in his voice; she knows how fucking complicated people can be, how friendships can get tangled and muddled and complicated. It's nice that despite whatever may have happened to cause Link's uncertainty now didn't stop his friends from helping him; she's even a little envious, but not in a way that bares any ill will towards Link himself.
"You said the powers were to fight something? What can you do, if you don't mind my asking?"
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Date: 2020-04-23 02:43 pm (UTC)He gives a half hearted shrug, but nods at her appreciation. Maybe he didn't have to tell her, but he doesn't feel any particular need to keep it a secret from her. Link has never been good at muddled and complicated, and is much more inclined to be straight forward. When he's actually inclined to speak.
"Wind. Lightning. Shield." Then he pauses again, clearly trying to figure out how to word the last one. "I don't think.. I can die easily."
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Date: 2020-04-23 09:35 pm (UTC)"I sure as hell don't know how to distill any of that into an atomizer; sorry to gush but magic is so posh. Do you know how it works exactly? Are there restrictions? 'Only 12 lightning bolts every six hours' or something?" whelp, now she's all curious. She might have wanted to talk about something else before, but her brain is currently fixed on 'BUT MAGIC THOUGH.' She grew up reading fantasy novels, Knights and Dragons and so on, so it's a particularly enchanting subject.
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Date: 2020-04-24 06:10 pm (UTC)"I'm not sure how they work. Rivali had to practice a lot to make his Gale, I don't think thats something a hylian could have ever done." Same with the others. They became Champions because they'd been special. For all he knows, the goddess had blessed them too. "It feels like... they are still doing it, just through me. I can only handle so much at once."