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Kept apart
 kept A P A R T In Japan, Vega is sometimes called Tanabata (or Orihime), a celestial princess or goddess. She falls in love with a mortal, Kengyu (or Hikoboshi), represented by the star Altair. But when Tanabata’s father finds out, he is enraged and forbids her to see this mere mortal. Thus the two lovers are placed in the sky, where they are separated by the Celestial River, known to us as Milky Way. Yet the sky gods are kind. Each year, on the 7th night of the 7th moon, a bridge of magpies forms across the Celestial River, and the two lovers are reunited. Sometimes Kengyu’s annual trip across the Celestial River is treacherous, though, and he doesn’t make it. In that case, Tanabata’s tears form raindrops that fall over Japan.
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Armarus| Fallen Angel
The Unknown | Metal: Hellsinger | voicetesting
dion lesage / final fantasy xvi / m/m
link | loz: breath of the wild + totk | ota
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maybe she has to stay locked at the temple of time forever now as the sage of time lmao 🙃 WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS AU YOU HAVE IN MIND HUH chinhands ]
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maybe she keeps just a couple dragon features too as a reminder that she's going back... horns and claws... ]
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her bday!! 😭😭 he brings a birthday cake to their reunions because he's a goober to whom tonal dissonance has no meaning ]
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uGHKjkd LINK. tries not to cry but cries a lot as she eats his delicious cake
i can start this! once i clean out my inbox again lkgsj BUT FEEL FREE TO START IF YOU have something in mind ]
something simple to build on!
the sun rises on Zelda's birthday. he no longer has to wait.
Link blows warm breath into his cupped hands while he squints into the impossibly deep blue sky. he's rushed out here without gloves or a warming potion, but he hardly has any room in his head for regrets, now. he wouldn't miss a single second of seeing her on her special day. not one. ]
IMMEDIATE ANGST
it has sad, sad, sad eyes. as if tears fall in an infinite number.
a roar rings throughout those grounds the diligent keeper-knight maintains every single day. the grass sways and the sundelions quiver, as if in anticipation of this particular day. the side of that ancient temple that soaks in the most sun catches the rays like the dragon's horns before it disappears behind it.
there's a pillar of light, stretching up to the heavens, to a realm that no man can reach.
there's silence.
on a bench, where the master sword traveled back through time, lays a young woman. her hair is gleaming and golden. her skin is mortal but there are traces of those white, timeless scales in places. those horns crown her head, reflecting every color under that sun. her clawed fingers twitch against the warm stone she lay upon.
when she opens her eyes they are the same sad, sad, sad green.
but she remembers why she's sad. ]
Link...
like trying to angst at a retriever
but Link has had many long days by himself to feel forlorn. more time to himself than ever, as of late, now that Lookout Landing is growing bigger and more independent with each passing season. he could fill his empty days with work and wet earth, sundelions and sweet berries planted just for her... but the emptiness in his heart was a harder thing to reach with rake or shovel.
and it ached deeply, more than Link would admit. she wouldn't remember him, but every day Link would look up into the sky and - though knowing she was untouchably safe, as unmistakably divine as any in Hyrule had ever hoped - and yet he still had the audacity to miss her.
yet it isn't sadness welling up in his chest and in his eyes when he run to her side, wind in his hair. ]
Zelda.
[ in fact,
there's no more room left in him for anything but relief and joy when he sees her face. her tears... there will be time to dry them. first, Link must throw his arms around her and know for sure that he isn't dreaming her. ]
i wanna see his tail wag
makes something yearn.
she almost topples backward as they collide. as his arms wind around her, she too reaches to clutch at his clothes and bury her face into the smell of him. earthy with dirt but sweet with flowers. her tears fall down her cheeks, dripping off her chin, and soaking into his clothes.
she holds him tighter.
no words need to be said. no words can be said as the two hold each other, and zelda weeps silently. weeps for both of them. after another blink in time, ]
Your hair has gotten longer since I last saw you.
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today, thank Hylia, Link gets to borrow her from the sky. ]
Really?
[ Link pauses in petting Zelda's hair to ruffle sheepish fingers through the feathered ends of his own. he hadn't noticed, but such is the nature of gradual change. he might've combed it and tied it back, at least.
long, wild hermit hair is no way to greet the Princess of Hyrule! ]
I'd forgotten about it...
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once link pauses his petting, she draws back enough to look at him in full. a mere glance of him rushing towards her wasn't enough. yes, it's longer. the bangs hang a little past his blue eyes now. she reaches up, hesitates, but brushes them away with a half-smile.
it withers and she aches. she's not here to remind him it's time for a trim. she can't. ]
There are dark circles under your eyes, too.
[ her thumbs rub at them as she furrows her brow. isn't he taking care of himself? the grounds are so beautiful, so tidy, but their keeper... ]
And have you lost weight? Link.
"link where were you all ni-" https://images.plurk.com/94Xzk3F8ztxezeWDpYnwK.png
Zelda. Zelda is here.
has he been neglecting himself? perhaps, but he was very excited to see her, and to make everything perfect for her birthday was the one thing Link could think to do. he feels a little stricken when he opens his eyes again to see the Princess's smile has faded. ]
Sorry...
[ Link's ears tip lower.
he doesn't have to explain himself, does he...? ]
Can I make you breakfast?
[ he'll eat too, and then. then everything will be perfect. ]
AAAAAAA and he leaves her silent princesses and puts them in her mane as gifts
(have they always done that?)
no, link, no. don't apologize. distress wrinkles her brow. all she could ever want is for him to take better care of himself. be healthy. be happy! live life in any way he chooses. fall in love. have a family. grow old. grow crops! raise livestock. cook and eat his favorite foods every day.
just that. a normal life like everyone else. one with trivial worries and not the worry of what happens if I fail?
she smiles again, just for him, and an idea comes to mind. ]
Of course. Nothing sounds better. [ does she eat as a dragon? or does she sustain herself some other way? is this why she's so hungry at the mention of food? or is that simply because it's the promise of link's? undoubtedly delicious, whatever it is.
her claws idly fix his bangs for him again. ]
But might I trim your hair for you before-- [ the rest of her words die in her throat. an agonizing and painful death. the less they have to acknowledge that their time is short, the better. ]
Before it gets too out of hand?
she is the prettiest dragon in all the land 😊
he hadn't anticipated that she would want to cut his hair.
it's such a mundane thing for the Sage of Time to descend from the heavens to do, but Link's heart in somewhere in his throat. it isn't just the subtle graze of her talons along his temple, though that is some of it. Zelda pushes back straggling hair to reveal a dusting of color across his suntanned nose. ]
Yeah.
[ he would really like that, actually. to see his reflection in still waters and be reminded of her touch, every time. he wouldn't have to wait to catch her soaring through the sky.
feeling a surge of affection, Link pushes past Zelda's fussing hands to kiss her on the cheek, lingering just long enough to replace the cold tearstains with warmth. then he smiles. ]
To the cabin?
[ oh yeah, he built her a cabin ]
one lone happy tear of the kingdom falls for a new geoglyph
his smile, most of all.
hers reaches her eyes much more easily now. green softens infinitely at his happiness and his kindness and red colors her cheeks lightly. those lift on her face as her teeth start to show with her smile.
little fangs peek out at her bottom lip. ]
Yes, to the... to the, what?
[ this is news to her. ] You built a cabin? Here?
[ exactly how much time... does he spend up here? ]
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though Tulin can visit quite easily, which does ease Link's workload (and loneliness) somewhat.
nevertheless, he didn't mind putting forth the time to make Zelda's single day on solid ground special enough to worthy of an entire year's wait. Link already looks so much brighter, just seeing her expression lighten from before. he knows why Zelda cries, but he only hopes to make most of her memories with him happy ones.
sweeping her up so that he can help her to her feet, Link swiftly kisses her again, just there at the corner of her mouth. no need to explain a thing when he can just take her by the hand and lead her there, across rebuilt staircases and footbridges to span the gaps, both bearing the mark of Link's careful - but not exactly professional - hand. over views of the Gerudo Highlands and Necluda, then through the temple... past the fragrance of fresh offerings at the feet of the Goddess's statue, and across the lake.
to a shack under an apple tree, just a tiny wooden structure opposite the magnificent view of the gravity-defying Temple of Time. there's a fire inside, and a surprisingly warm and comfortable bed (courtesy Rito down) inside that happens to be wide enough for two. ]
It's for you.
[ Link ruffles the back of his too-long hair again. obviously he's using it, but... ]
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link never was a man of many words. zelda smiles, a touch exasperated but still buoyant from the loop of their happiness feeding into the other's repeatedly. from that look on his face.
truthfully, she was afraid she wouldn't see joy like that on his face. not in her presence. afraid that, with every year she was gone, link would start to separate himself from her. one birthday, he wouldn't be racing to meet her. what sort of future awaited him besides the feeling of all of their loss and sacrifices? what exactly would come from her coming down to walk amongst her people instead of flying over them?
and if he did disconnect himself? she wouldn't condemn him for it. how could she?
look at her.
he kisses her, over the spot where she can feel a sharp incisor used for tearing into meat, and she decides she'll worry about all that when she's dancing in the clouds and can't remember her own name.
zelda marvels at it all, taking in his hard work like it's the first time she's seen it all over again, while link guides her. nothing could prepare her for the quaint, perfect little cabin waiting for her just ahead.
for her.
what did she do to deserve him, anyway? ]
I... I love it. I love it so much, give me the tour?
[ she smiles and it's wholehearted but watery. she squeezes his hand and her eyes are shimmering with too many emotions to name -- like beautiful, carved facets on the cut gem of every affection she feels for this man. ]
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nothing at all, compared to thousands of years...
but when Link sees Zelda's eyes go misty, and feels the squeeze of her hand, he knows: she hears the message he's been trying to spell out for her with every day of his hard, unending work. in every plank, nail, and brick is a feeling he couldn't put into words. she can see it.
his expression softens as he squeezes her hand in return, his eyes not leaving hers just yet. he's missed her so much. ]
Sure.
[ if he realized how besotted he looked in that moment, Link would be very embarrassed. fortunately, he isn't thinking about himself at all anymore. keeping hold of Zelda's hand in his all the while, Link leads her inside for the grand tour... ]
Table. Bed. ...rug.
[ that's about it?
... ]
...over there, I'd like to add a hearth. Then we can cook inside, even if it rains some years!
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and she'll see it every day but not know it belongs to her. that it was made for her. that there is a message in its creation.
keeping her thoughts to herself, she follows him in through the front door. it's another one-room affair just like the house in hateno. memories rush through her mind. the first time link brought her to that house. the shock on her face when he told her how much he spent on it and how many trees he cut down. his tour had been about as good as this one, too. her favorite part was picking apples from the tree behind the house and putting her filthy feet in the pond nearby.
"we," like she won't go back to the skies when the moon is at its apex and forget this ever happened at all. forgetting that, below her, home is waiting.
zelda imagines the hearth, the cozy warmth of a fire when the weather cools, but the minute link mentions cooking again, there's a colossal growl from her stomach. she goes very red, and her hand stiffens in his.
slowly, her head turns towards him. whatever expression he's making, besotted or otherwise, makes her burst into laughter. ]
O-Oh, Goddesses, that sounded like a monster!
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his sentimental look still breaks when Zelda's empty stomach unexpectedly interrupts them, but only because it spurs Link back into action. he laughs, too, a little more loudly than usual.
(it feels like it's been a long time?)
Link leads her back to the fire her hand, where there's a simple log to sit. ]
Not exactly.
[ Link has heard the ravenous stomach rumbles of many beasts up close and personal, after all. most of them he had no desire to feed!
time to get serious, ]
What would you like, Princess? It's your day.
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yet, for this princess and this zelda, she's never wanted anything more than for that "we" to be less symbolic. when there is a "we", she is there standing at his side while they live on in the hyrule they fought, tooth and nail and fang and claw, to protect.
but this will do, for now. it has to do. laughter laces her words. she savors his like nobles do with fine wine. ]
No, not exactly, but I think it was close enough to be frightening if someone besides you or I heard it.
[ zelda slips onto that log, smiling idly at the rustic build all around her. even more countrified than hateno's house. equivalent to the lone shelters they stumbled upon in hebra during sudden storms.
great golden goddesses, her memories. they're back. she wants to recall every moment of her life, every second she spent with him just to ensure she can. that they're not completely gone.
waking at the shrine of resurrection must have been awful for him, she's coming to realize. regaining just a shred of his life in those so few pictures she left him must have been absolutely devastating. so much forgotten. ]
My day?
[ because she's not a dragon? she'd much rather have something they both can enjoy, though.
... then again, is there something he doesn't? ]
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[ as if that's the only special circumstance surrounding her visit. the rest... Link is determined not to let cloud his mind and dim the few bright hours they have together.
he simply won't mention the bittersweet ending waiting for them when the moon finally sets on their reunion. and he'll try not to think of it much, either.
food, though! Link is more than happy to think about cooking for Zelda again, and it goes without saying that he would eat anything she would. perhaps even now that she's... part dragon? fully dragon, but merely occupying this form? he isn't sure, actually. he hopes she still likes cake. ]
Like eggs, or stew, or pancakes...
[ he can keep going! rustic as their surroundings may be, there's no cook in Hyrule with a bigger campfire-and-iron pot repertoire. ]
Ramza Beoulve | Final Fantasy Tactics | m/m
Clara Oswald | Doctor Who | OTA
kaedehara kazuha . genshin impact . m/f
Aziraphale | Good Omens
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But, as the end of October approaches, he feels himself slightly more invigorated. Shops don campy spooky decor, and Halloween parties start getting advertised. He finds himself waking, if slightly, from his depressed stupor. There's something about that night that energizes demonic entities as is. It's usually a busy night, too, not only due to all the drunken debauchery,but also thanks to all the silly teenagers and young adults trying their hands at Ouija boards and demon summoning. There's no such task on his list anymore, so he can usually just let himself enjoy the low level chaos.
The day comes. The daylight is mostly dedicated to activities for children and young ones. The night, however, is for overexcited teenagers and drunken adults, and there's a lot a demon could do to have fun. For now, he's sat at a crowded, loud pub, waiting for inspiration to strike. To feel anything at all.
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Ah, there it is again. At first Aziraphale tried to put the demon out of his mind. Not forget him, just...just not be haunted by him, in his every thought, even seeing him everywhere, even in Heaven where he knows the demon will never go.
And in truth Aziraphale wishes he had never gone. He's worked so hard to make a difference, to show Heaven and its Host that the Good should include the welfare of humanity. But he hasn't even moved the needle, and he can hear them snickering when they think he's not listening.
He's not even supposed to visit earth. But Halloween night is a funny time, when Saints and Sinners dance together, literally and figuratively, and Aziraphale's absence won't be felt until the dawn of All Saints Day.
He takes one of those walks, but can only think of how much more beautiful the trees would be if he were pointing them out to Crowley. He thinks about going to the bookshop, but he can't. Muriel knows him, and she's a sweet girl but not the most discreet of angels.
He finds himself wandering into a noisy pub, finding strange comfort in the ruckus, the humanity, the life and color.
Then he spots him, across the pub. But no...that can't be him. Just another apparition.
He sighs as he looks at what he is certain is his mind playing tricks on him, the deep, desperate yearnings of a broken heart.
Maedhros | the silmarillion | ota
Xiao Xingchen | The Untamed | M/M
Crowley || Good Omens || OTA
Aziraphale || Good Omens || OTA