Softer Prompts

THE  ONLY  RESPONSE  SHE  GETS  FROM  HIM  IS  A  SOFT  SHAKE  OF  HIS  HEAD,  WHICH  CAN  ALSO  BE  SEEN  AS  A  WORDLESS  REFUSAL  TO  ACCEPT  HER  CONCERN.  He  doesn't  see  why  it  should  be  a  problem,  and  proof  of  that  is  how,  without  a  second  thought,  he  leans  forward  to  reach  for  one  of  the  skewers,  carefully  plucking  it  from  its  place  over  the  flames.  Now  that  it's  closer,  he  realizes  how  mouthwatering  it  looks  even  if  it's  far  from  the  finest  delicacy.  He  pauses  for  only  a  heartbeat,  then  turns  toward  her,  extending  the  skewer  before  his  stomach  has  the  chance  to  make  a  sound  ❝  Here,  ❞  he  says,  the  words  soft  but  firm,  not  leaving  room  for  any  argument.

❝  it's  fine,  really  ❞  his  tone  gentler  now,  reassuring.  If  he  had  offered  her  his  food  it  was  because  he  was  willing  to  share  —  SIMPLE  AS  THAT.  There  are  no  expectations  of  getting  anything  in  return,  no  hidden  motives,  just  the  wish  to  show  the  same  generosity  others  had  shown  him  when  he  had  found  himself  in  her  shoes.  Yet,  Link  can  sense  there's  something  more  to  her  concern,  a  hesitation  that  goes  beyond  the  food  itself  ❝  You'll  have  two  and  I'll  take  the  other  two  ❞  he  adds,  his  gaze  steady,  not  once  breaking.  By  dividing  it  equally,  he  hopes  to  ease  her  worries.  To  show  her  there's  no  reason  to  feel  guilty  for  accepting  or  as  though  she  is  taking  too  much.

WITH PERMISSION, : SHE TOO STEPS CLOSER TO THE WARMTH OF THE FLAMES, their flickering light reflecting from the black &. golden armor upon her figure. ( observant had the molten golds been ; yet weapon was not reached for. neither did she summon her own in return. ) ... ❝ thank you, ❞ gratitude voiced by angelic tune, woven with warmth &. accompanied by a nod of her head. so, THE WARRIOR OF LIGHT takes seat upon the ground, this moment of rest welcomed. ethereal warrior she may be, but she too could tire. she simply forges through it. her skin unscathed, armor wields no marks upon it ; but that is only a testament to her skills &. strength, not of a fact that trouble was not encountered. ( for you always seem to find it, do you not, hero? )

ANOTHER LOOK TAKEN AROUND, : THE SPOT HE HAD CHOSEN TO CAMP UPON SECURE. but his voice broke through the short - lived silence, &. it prompted glowing hues to focus upon him ... from there, to the flames. this is where sarastus paused herself, before gaze lifts once more, ❝ have you eaten anything yourself? ❞ comes a query, though spoken with a neutrality, concern is embedded into it.

❝ i am just a lost traveler, seeking rest for the night. ❞

The green knight starters / Accepting

THE  CAMPFIRE  CRACKLED  SOFTLY  IN  THE  HEART  OF  THE  NIGHT,  ITS  GOLDEN  LIGHT  CASTING  DANCING  SHADOWS  ACROSS  THE  SURROUNDING  TREES.  Link  sat  cross-legged  on  the  cool  grass,  the  flames  reflecting  in  his  eyes  as  Epona  stood  nearby,  her  ears  flicking  occasionally  at  the  distant  sounds  of  the  wild.  The  scent  of  woodsmoke  mingled  with  the  crisp  night  air,  and  the  world  seemed  quiet,  save  for  the  occasional  rustle  of  leaves.  Suddenly,  a  faint  noise  (  too  deliberate  to  be  the  wind  )  broke  the  stillness.  Link’s  sharp  instincts  immediately  took  hold  and  he  rose  smoothly  to  his  feet.

That's  how  the  stranger  would  find  him,  standing  with  calm  yet  watchful  eyes  studying  her  for  a  few  seconds  before  finally  breaking  the  silence  ❝  You  are  free  to  stay  if  you  want  ❞  the  words  were  as  straightforward  as  they  were  simple,  spoken  without  hesitation  or  pretense.  It  was  almost  surprising...his  lack  of  questions,  his  absence  of  suspicion.  But  perhaps  it  wasn't  so  strange;  anyone  with  ill  intent  would  likely  have  been  far  less  obvious  in  their  approach.  And  if  you  looked  closely,  his  sword,  though  seemingly  out  of  reach,  was  positioned  perfectly  for  a  quick  draw,  even  if  he  had  stepped  slightly  closer.

It  didn't  take  long  for  the  hero  to  return  to  his  spot  by  the  campfire,  settling  back  onto  the  grass  with  the  same  unhurried  ease  as  before  ❝  though  I'm  afraid  I  don't  have  much  to  offer  ❞  he  said,  pausing  for  a  moment  before  adding  ❝  just  some  food,  if  you  are  hungry  ❞  while  gesturing  toward  the  freshly  caught  fish  cooking  over  the  flames.  Their  edges  crisping  in  the  warmth.  It  was  a  humble  gesture,  but  genuine,  and  he  hoped  it  would  be  enough.  The  only  other  thing  he  had  were  a  few  carrots  which  were  meant  for  Epona  and,  therefore,  NOT  SOMETHING  HE  WOULD  SHARE.

HE  LISTENS  INTENTLY,  THE  WEIGHT  OF  THEIR  WORDS  SINKING  IN  AS  DEEPLY  AS  THE  EXHAUSTION  IN  HIS  BONES.  He  walks  quietly  behind  the  sheikah,  the  distant  sounds  of  the  battle  still  ringing  in  his  ears,  like  echoes  from  another  life.  Yet,  there  was  a  new  softness  in  his  eyes,  a  mixture  of  weariness  and  relief  that  he  does  not  think  he  has  felt  until  that  moment.  For  the  first  time  since  he  had  picked  it  up,  THE  SWORD  FELT  LIGHTER,  as  though  the  immense  burden  of  duty  it  carried  (  and  which  had  driven  him  forward  for  so  long  )  finally  began  to  ease.  He  could  feel  it  in  the  way  his  shoulders  began  to  relax,  in  how  his  breath  came  slightly  easier  and  his  mind  began  to  quiet.  He  had  served  his  purpose.  Every  battle  had  been fought,  every  trial  overcome.  The  realization  washed  over  him  like  a  warm  blanket,  comforting  and  profound:  he  had  done  enough.

He  sits  down  slowly  on  the  grass,  allowing  the  coolness  to  embrace  his  weary  limbs  if  only  for  a  second.  The  soothing  touch  offering  a  rare  moment  of  comfort  as, with  a  subtle  nod,  he  acknowledges  both  the  wisdom  and  the  carefulness  in  what they say  ❝  that  is  enough  for  me,  ❞  he  murmurs,  his  voice  low  but  full,  carrying  a  sense  of  completion.  He  does  not  need  many  words,  for  he  has  never  been  one  for  them  himself.  His  silence  spoke  volumes,  a  language  of  its  own  that  conveys  more  than  any  speech  ever  could.  And  when  it  would  not  suffice,  he let  his  actions  show  his  message  and  intentions,  as  proven  by  the  scars,  both  seen  and  unseen,  that  he  bears  ❝  knowing  everyone  will  be  fine  is  all  I  need  ❞  he  adds,  and  there  was  the  true  essence  of  his  journey.  HE  DID  NOT  FIGHT  FOR  THE  GLORY,  NOR  FOR  THE  PRAISE  OR  ADMIRATION  OF  OTHERS.  He  fought  simply  to  ensure  that  their  land  and  those  he  cared  for  would  have  a  chance  to  heal  and  grow.

Though  perhaps  that  was  why  his  mind  could  not  help  but  move  foward,  contemplating  the  next  step  he  had  to  take  in  this  new  chapter  of  his  life  ❝  but...what  now  ?  ❞  he  wonders  aloud,  the  question  lingering  in  the  air  as  he  leans  forward,  elbows  resting  on  his  knees  and  fingers  interlaced,  and  stares  at  them  ❝  what  will  be  needed  of  me  now  ?  ❞  The  princess'  role  was  as  clear  as  it  was  crucial.  She  would  be  the  beacon  of  hope  guiding  people  in  the  new  era  that  was  about  to  begin.  The  one  to  restore  their  faith  after  all  the  suffering  they  have  faced.  BUT  WHAT  OF  HIM  ?  He  longed  to  help,  to  stand  by  her  side  and  contribute  to  the rebuilding of Hyrule.  Yet,  WHAT  USE  DOES  A  WEAPON  HAVE  IN  A  TIME  OF  PEACE  ?  He  had  to  find  out  before  seeing  her  again. He  could  not  face  her  with  doubts,  if  only  to  avoid  making  her  carry  all  the  weight  of  their  future  alone.

the dust cloud settling is a momentary event. nothing sticks around in this land but the evergreen fact that everything returns some day, maybe later rather than sooner, but return it will. they have seen the rise and fall of this kingdom several times over, a land growing back from its own ashes, in the vice of ganon's darkness only until the hero and the princess would rise to defeat it once again. this is how the story has been made, even if they were the one to write it down they had no hand in crafting it, and there is nothing to it besides the rare sense of contentment that is meddling within their usually calm veins to remind them that a period of peace is about to descend once more. all for the hero and his valiant effort, this sword that never rests when darkness roars, and his undeniable sacrifice to go the entire distance even when he knows the least about the mechanism at play, even when he rises up with no prior awareness, when all he knows is what is happening at hand. his hand has led them, all of them, with only the princess being the one to lead him - a light on this bravery, on the rarity of his person.

hyrule never wants to take the easier route, it always needs a trial by blood. he looks the part - too young for his wounds and for this torch he is carrying but all the more vivid in his victory, tragedy of his years having been stolen only meeting a small remedy in this but there is now an entire life ahead of him that is not cast in the burning hatred that has infected this land from deep within the demon's king greed. " anything you have experienced is over now, yes, " they tell him to his exhausted face, their own well-hidden with half of it in cloth and mostly their gaze expressing their own keen awareness of what happened to him, of what he has done for all of them. they are the last to coddle him, always the first to push instead, but they are keeping away from it now as they can see how much the past hours have taken a toll on his especially.

they are never one to heap sugar-coated kindness onto anyone, least of all him, so they are quick to continue as they walk with him away from the battlefield he left behind ( the princess couldn't be far away ) and into a quieter part of the fields in front of the castle, where walls may have fallen and the grass has been razed not too many metres from here but there is a patch of surviving green that would give link the opportunity to sit or lie down, put his sword away if he wished or needed to, and to just listen if he'd really want to indulge them into philosophical visions about this land that means so much to them. he'd probably fall asleep hearing them talk, but he might see this as an advantage to engaging them. " i can't tell you how long it will last. you have done well, everything that was needed of you is what you did. know that it may take more than a lifetime before this darkness returns. "

He keeps everything in notebooks like this one and he draws things this way.

Something something...Link actually being good at drawing in other to keep a record of the monsters, animals and weapons he sees/uses during his adventures.

❝ this is your fate. don’t feel discouraged, even in the darkest of times. ❞  ( from zelda ! )

Legend of zelda starters / Accepting

HE  MAY  HAVE  BEEN  CHOSEN,  BUT  THAT  FATE  WAS  FAR  GREATER  THAN  HIMSELF.  A  mantle  of  responsibility  bestowed  upon  him  by  forces  beyond  his  understanding  that,  at  times,  seemed  almost  too  heavy  for  any  shoulders  to  bear.  How  could  anyone  in  his  position  not  have  doubts  ?  Not  wonder  the  reasons  why  it  was  them  and  not  someone  else  ?  NOT  BE  AFRAID  OF  NOT  BEING  ENOUGH  IN  THE  END  ?  The  questions  swirled  incessantly  in  his  mind,  each  one  more  haunting  than  the  last.

However,  courage  was  not  the  lack  of  fear,  but  continuing  despite  of  it.  And  it  was  the  moment  she  said  those  words  when  the  hero  felt  it  coming  back  to  him.  Her  calm  and  resolute  voice  carried  a  faith  that  made  the  path  ahead,  which  was  still  daunting,  now  seem  a  bit  less  insurmountable.  She  was  the  same  as  him.  Both  thrust  into  roles  that  intertwined  their  lives  with  the  destiny  of  their  land.  She  understood  what  he  was  going  through,  he  was  sure.  And  that  was  perhaps  what  gave  her  the  power  to  lift  some  of  the  weight  from  him.

❝  I  will  not  fail  you  nor  Hyrule,  princess,  ❞  Link  finally  spoke,  letting  go  of  her  hand  as  he  stood  from  his  knee  and  regained  his  full  height  ❝  I  promise  ❞  his  voice  was  soft  yet  resolute,  carrying  a  tone  of  personal  conviction  along  with  the  determination,  which  was  now  unmistakable  in  his  eyes,  that  revealed  that  his  words  were  far  more  than  a  mere  declaration  of  his  duty.  They  were  a  pledge  of  unwavering  commitment,  not  just  because  it  was  expected  of  him,  but  because  he  believed  in  the  cause.

THE  MORNING  SUN  ROSE  HIGH  OVER  THE  ARID  LANDSCAPE  OF  DORNE,  its  heat  already  palpable  even  in  the  early  hours  as  he  guided  Epona  towards  the  towering  walls  of  Sunspear.  Days  earlier  Link  had  thwarted  a  band  of  outlaws  he  heard  was  terrorizing  local  villages.  And,  even  if  to  him  it  didn't  seem  too  important,  the  fact  that  a  complete  stranger  had  decided  to  help  had  earned  him  the  gratitude  of  the  Dornish  —  and  even  an  invitation  from  Arianne  Martell  herself  to  visit  her  family's  ancestral  seat  in  recognition  of  his  bravery  and  skill.

When  he  finally  reached  his  destination,  he  was  greeted  by  a  pair  of  guards  who  he  followed  through  the  corridors.  Though,  his  attention  was  more  in  the  exotic  mosaic  of  colors,  sounds,  and  smells  the  Dornish  court  seemed  to  be,  than  in  the  small  conversation  they  tried  to  have  with  him  until  they  got  to  the  great  hall.  To  his  surprise,  there  weren't  many  people  there,  the  quiet  room  contrasting  with  the  bustling  corridors  outside.  In  all  honesty  it  offered  a  brief  and  welcomed  break, as  the  doors  behind  him  soon opened.  The  soft  noise  making  him  turn  ❝  Princess  Arianne,  ❞  the  knight  began,  bowing  his  head  slightly  ❝  it  is  an  honor  to  be  here.  ❞

@sunscess liked for a small thing!

Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

❝ my dear friend, my successor as azem. to you, i entrust the future. it is time that you wake, for the never - ending journey calls for you. walk free, &. bear the light for others to follow, as you've ever done. title of azem shed centuries ago, now, you must become the warrior of light. ❞

an independent, mutuals-only writing blog for THE WARRIOR OF LIGHT / AZEM, named SARASTUS. based on the final fantasy xiv - game, with my own adaptations to the lore, ( the main importance sarastus' soul remained mostly unharmed during the sundering, because of hydaelyn ) written by deax, ( she / her, 25 )

legend of zelda starters

❝ courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten. ❞ ❝ you’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you? ❞  ❝ am i so beautiful that you’ve got no words left? ❞  ❝ forgive me. i’m a coward at heart. ❞  ❝ you and i aren’t as different as we thought. ❞  ❝ this time, we fight together. ❞  ❝ if all else fails, use fire. ❞  ❝ the history of light and shadow will be written in blood. ❞ ❝ what makes you happy… does it make others happy, too? ❞  ❝ it’s a secret to everybody. ❞  ❝ do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls? ❞  ❝ tell them the war has ended. ❞  ❝ many years ago, i felt so free… ❞  ❝ we all deserve a happy ending, don’t we? ❞  ❝ they were all good people…my people. ❞  ❝ be careful about going around judging people by their appearance. ❞  ❝ may the winds of fortune be at your back. ❞  ❝ you have great eyes. they’re proud and wild…like a feral beast. ❞ ❝ no matter what, a fake is a fake, and no matter how much you try to dress it up, the real thing always wins . ❞  ❝ guess what? you got it for free. are you proud of yourself? ❞  ❝ your true face… what kind of face is it? i wonder… the face under the mask… is that your true face? ❞  ❝ you’re the bad guy. and when you’re bad, you just run. ❞  ❝ you’ll come with me, won’t you? ❞ ❝ this is your fate. don’t feel discouraged, even in the darkest of times. ❞  ❝ may we meet again in another life. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to look so sad. ❞ ❝ everything. everything i’ve done up until now…it was all for nothing.. ❞  ❝ i wonder, if you do the right thing, does it really make everyone happy? ❞  ❝ whenever there is a meeting, a parting is sure to follow. ❞  ❝ those who do not know the danger of wielding power will, before long, be ruled by it. ❞ ❝ your friends… what kind of people are they? do these people think of you as a friend? ❞ ❝ the flow of time is always cruel. ❞ ❝ my bloodline endures the ravages of all the years. it survives. ❞  ❝ the sight of your appalling hair makes my gorge rise. ❞  ❝ we are fine here. we will greet the morning together. ❞  ❝ i really am just a failure. ❞  ❝ it’s dangerous to go alone. take me. ❞  ❝ conquer yourself. ❞  ❝ even though it was only a short time, i feel like i’ve known you forever. ❞ ❝ it’s time for me to make up for my mistakes. ❞  ❝ people are disgusting. my own father and mother are disgusting. you must be disgusting too. ❞  ❝ there are some things in life you can’t change no matter how hard you try. ❞ ❝ thought i chose the thief’s life, but it really chose me. ❞  ❝ i’m not doing anything suspicious. really! ❞ ❝ forgive your friend. ❞  ❝ a man is an animal, too. ❞ ❝ oceans…oceans…oceans as far as the eye can see. ❞ ❝ heroes fade eventually but legends never die. ❞ ❝ please…heal my sorrows. ❞ ❝ i grant my eternal love to you. ❞ ❝ he who wields such power would make a suitable king for this world, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ i always believed you would come…because i know you. ❞ ❝ it is destiny that you and i can’t live in the same world. ❞ ❝ shadow and light are two sides of the same coin. one cannot exist without the other. ❞ ❝ your slumber these past moons must have been restless and full of nightmares. ❞ ❝ your gods have destroyed you. ❞ ❝ your words are kind and your heart is true. ❞ ❝ i believe this is what you call…happiness. ❞  ❝ the mortal blow puts your life on the line. ❞  ❝ your ears will bleed from the sounds of your own screams. ❞ ❝ i consider the time spent with you some of the most special memories i have. ❞ ❝ a sword wields no strength unless the hand that holds it has courage. ❞ ❝ you fight like no man or demon i have ever known. ❞ ❝ the thousand years of raindrops are my tears. ❞ ❝ time passes, people move…like a river’s flow, it never ends. ❞  ❝ it seems shadow has been moved by light. ❞ ❝ the thunder that strikes the earth is my anger. ❞ ❝ to tell you the truth, I’m feeling a bit frustrated, and right now I just need someone to vent to. ❞ ❝ isn’t it petty? little battles like this? ❞  ❝ wait! do not be so hasty. ❞  ❝ a thing that does not change with time is a memory of younger days. ❞ ❝ don’t ever forget me. if you do, i’ll never forgive you. ❞ ❝ if it is something that can be stopped, then just try to stop it. ❞ ❝ my hate never perishes. it is born anew in a cycle with no end . ❞  ❝ we’ll be friends forever, won’t we? ❞ ❝ do you have any idea how that made me feel inside? Furious. Outraged. ❞ ❝ i’ve taken all that you had to give… though I did not want it . ❞ ❝ i follow the strongest side. that is all i have ever known. ❞ ❝ he wasn’t talking about strength, like lifting stuff. he was talking about being brave. ❞  ❝ believe in your strengths. ❞

Popping in here just to say that I have been writing (slowly because life has been a bit of a mess but I think I will have some things ready during the weekend) and that I'm still alive.