Princess Zelda (kickassprincess) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-06-20 18:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, link, zelda |
Who: Link and Zelda
What: Getting Link some new clothes
When: Wednesday
Where: Second hand Clothing Store
Warnings: N/A
Status: g-doc, complete
Link agreed to go shopping with Zelda. He wasn’t sure why he needed more clothes than he already had on, but maybe that was something royalty did. He did know that while he was washing his trousers and tunic, he did have to stand around in his underpants. So maybe having a second set would be nice. Besides, his pants were getting worn and his shirt was torn from a fall during the building of Epona’s little shelter.
They walked to a nearby secondhand store, and Link peered in through the window just before they walked in. Realizing not everything here was new, he also realized that things would probably have to be tried on.
Link did not like that.
He felt at ease with Zelda, and let his paperwork show that he was her brother. But trying on clothes with a princess made him feel embarrassed. He kept his head down and hoped Zelda would do all the talking.
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Zelda would never want Link to change, as she loved his wild spirit and freedom. It was why, even though she did not love him romantically this lifetime, even if she had she’d have never wished him to be tied to the Castle. It relied so much on routine and etiquette she’d worry it might chip away at his soul. But despite that, she did think he could do with a bit more clothes in his life. If only so he had more to wear. And so he had something for formal occasions.
She’d still picked a time where there wouldn’t be too many people, and she happily walked beside him. When he stepped into the store and noted his reaction. Smiling she went to set a hand on his arm. “Let us find a few shirts, some pants. Find what you think will fit, we’ll take it home. I’ll return whatever does not.” She wouldn’t make him uncomfortable if she could help it.
“You still favor green, right?” She asked kindly before motioning to a brightly colored shirt and in an effort to make him smile pointed to it, “oh look, a way for me to not get lost and always found.” She could, at times, make light of her circumstances. “That way you could be ‘oh where is the Princess, oh never mind I see her’.” She added teasingly.
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It was true that in another lifetime, Link loved Zelda in a different way. Sometimes he thought of it and then let the moment dissipate because it was too much for him. In this lifetime, he knew he wasn’t quite interested in anyone. Maybe Midna. But that was never going to happen.
Link was stupidly brave, it was true, but he had a hard time talking to people. They often watched his face and assumed he was mute, and provided their own words for him. Not too long ago he was a wolf, and didn’t have to worry about talking at all.
When the princess pointed out the shirt, he smiled wide-- then laughed softly at the brightness of the shirt and nodded. He took a few steps past her and found a heather green henley and pulled it off the rack. His eyes got big and excited. He spoke quietly, if he spoke at all, so he got closer to Zelda and practically whispered, “This is all right.”
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She smiled at him, always grateful when he spoke. She understood him though, no matter what. Their bond was one forged from lifetimes, and made out of divinity itself. And she always tried very hard to be his shield when people assumed things. He’d saved her so often, would always save her, that in some cases she could only return the favor as little as she could. In Hyrule, she had her rank and title. Here, she used kindness and the catching of eyes when it was needed. She’d been raised a ruler, but her Mother had been a courtier and had taught her all the tricks. It was her sword and shield, at times.
“Good, pick out a few more.” She went and set a gentle hand on his and gave him an encouraging smile. “Would you care for a darker color for the festivities that might happen? People here seem to enjoy parties as much as I do. A darker green maybe?” She’d always send invitations for her own balls to wherever Link was in Hyrule, and she was ever grateful when he showed up here but she’d still try and make him as comfortable as possible.
She thought for some time before glancing to Link. “I think the Castle could do with a shrine, for the Golden Goddesses, and a separate one for Hylia.” While she always appreciated to hear him, knowing what it meant, she hoped he knew when she spoke that any answer would be welcome. “And am considering hosting something for Their festivals. But I wonder how this world would feel of that. I do not wish to be seen as trying to spread our faith, I know how they value their own so much here, but I think Hylia would like it if She were to be celebrated.” She smiled at Link, “or I’m overthinking as ever. I know She has us, as do the Golden Goddesses, and it might be all They need or want. But I do miss some of the Festivals. Is that too vain of me?”
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Link didn’t move far. He found a sweet spot of racks, men’s shirts on one side, pants on the other. When she suggested a darker shade of green, he quickly pulled out a vibrant blue-- almost teal. He held it up to her like a dog retrieving a stick.
When she spoke about a shrine, he nodded excitedly. “I would enjoy it, you wouldn’t be the only one.” He wasn’t too religious before his experience-- it wasn’t until he was sixteen that the Mark of a Hero appeared on his hand and he could hear the goddesses. After his time banishing the twilight, and spending time with Midna as a wolf, he became much more religious. He would pray often in the woods during the time after Midna left and he was on his own. The postman always seemed to find him with messages from Zelda.
When she asked that question, Link looked slightly shocked. “N-no, princess. I don’t think you know how to be vain.” He smiled widely and it was very obvious how highly he thought of her.
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The color of the shirt surprised her less then she thought it might. It would not, she felt, work for anyone else. The brightness of it would wash anyone out. On Link though, it would work. So she smiled at him and nodded. “It matches your eyes,” she offered before listening to him. In Hyrule, she was so used to doing what she felt was best. There, no one would pay mind if she held a festival or had another shrine built.
Here such matters were different. “Good. There’s some stone carvers among us I think. I’ll ask them for a statue.” At his exclamation she smiled. Link’s faith in her was so sure. She always tried to earn it. So she went and set her hand on his. “I think I will always try and earn the faith you have in me, but I am not Hylia. I have my moments where I falter. It is knowing when I do, and correcting myself and amending for them, that matter.” she smiled at him, glad for his presence. “Something small. And as for the Golden Goddesses; I can have a little pond built for Naryu, and keep a fire lit for Din. How would you think Farore would like to be represented?” He would, she felt, know that Goddesses the best.
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Link smiled at her, completely happy with anything she said. It wasn’t just that he was blindly following her. He believed in her completely. When she said the shirt would match his eyes, he immediately ducked his head shyly. The shirt was draped over his arm with the other.
“Maybe a flag? To move when the wind blows?” He looked at her hand over his-- she touched the hand of his with his Mark on it. Her fingers were delicate and but he knew they could wield a sword or bow if needed.
Link was basically in love with Zelda-- just without the romantic part of it. The way siblings feel. But with a constant uplifted feeling. The kind of love you felt when you first hold your baby sister, or when you see them get married. He would do anything for her.
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She grinned at him, bright and earnest. She had not considered a flag. Link was clever, and she admired it in him. He thought ways others wouldn’t. “I’ll embroider something then.” She already had plenty of ideas, and no one would look oddly at a flag. She also had an idea of how to place all the representations, so they would form a triangle. The triforce, subtly represented. Much simpler than the throne she’d had. She’d understood, but she hadn’t exactly wept when it had been unable to be rebuilt. She’d picked something much simpler after everything was done.
She enjoyed their ease, and how they understood one another. As he had faith in her, she had in him. She’d always trust Link, and guide him when it was needed. He had a way that made her feel more at ease, like she could take on anything.
She glanced over the clothes before holding up a dark green shirt that would button up, and would suit for formal occasions. “Do you like this?”
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Link let her look among the clothes as he waited patiently beside her. He wasn’t making her do all the work-- it just this was her idea, and she knew what the people here considered formal.
When she lifted the button up, he tried not to frown. Buttons. Ugh.
“It’s nice,” he wasn’t lying, it was nice. “We can get it.” He reached for it and slung it over his arm. “Maybe we should look for trousers?”
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She’d spend her life surrounded by courtiers, and knew how to look. So she smiled only and offered it to him. “It’s only for formal things.” He wasn’t her, she loved fancy dances and actually missed the court gowns. She didn’t miss having to spend hours at a time trying to get in them, she did enjoy the modern dresses that were easily put on by herself, but she missed it nonetheless. It was why she enjoyed the balls so. It was a sense of familiarity.
She nodded and moved to them. In this, she knew little. She refused them herself, sticking to skirts and dresses, and no matter what they always looked uncomfortable. “I think the ones of home are better.” She gave and glanced at the jeans. “For the life of me, I cannot see them be comfortable. They seem scratchy too.”
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The only party Link’s ever been to involved the castle once, and a barn all the other times. In the last few years, he would visit Zelda in between festivals, when the castle was down to just servants and guards. He would get her invites for parties but he stayed in the woods.
Link stepped forward for the trousers. “They are very different.” But with rosy cheeks, Link grabbed a pair of jeans and some nice black dress pants. He didn’t want Zelda worrying about the bottom half of him. Embarrassing. “Mine were made by a woman in Ordon, and they lasted me a long time.” The villagers all took turns raising Link.
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She hardly minded, and she’d noted his blush, so she let him pick. At his comment about his last she tilted her head. “Do you recall your parents?” Whenever a hero was needed, he tended to appear. But no one came from nothing, and Link had to have his roots somewhere. But she’d done some research, and they were always the hardest to trace back. Even the people where he’d grown would always just mention he’d been there.
She smiled though, “you don’t have to answer me. I’m just curious. You speak of your village often, but never them. And in truth, I wonder the same about Ganondorf.” She tilted her head, “mine died, just before everything. It seems a trend. I always rule alone, and those few times that my ancestors have had a parent it’s never been long. You always seem raised by many, and well I honestly don’t know what Ganondorf has. He has his people but I know so little of them. It just makes me wonder if there’s a reason behind it.”
She raised the hand where the Triforce rested to her chest and rubbed at it with her other, an unconscious gesture. Then she shook her head, “anyway if you have all you need let us acquire these and then waffles?”
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Link then leaned towards Zelda, getting close to her ear. He didn’t want to speak up about this. “They were killed by monsters on a supply run. Rusl took care of me, along with the other villagers, they wouldn’t let me go hungry.” He then slunk back to his spot across from her and busied himself with more pants.
The mentioned of Ganondorf had the hair on the back of his neck rising. He knew Zelda wanted peace with him, but Link still felt as if the man was an enemy. “I’m sorry,” it was only two words but he look at her with his big blue eyes with such sympathy. He knew what it was like to not have someone who was your very own. Someone who’d do anything for you. Maybe that’s why he was so protective of her, because of his own parents.
He shook his head and signed ‘eat’ by putting holding a thumb to the rest of his fingers and tapping his mouth. “Eat,” he told her. He’d teach her eventually. He was still learning himself. Most of his signs were made up by himself. He only just learned of ASL.
They went to the register and Link paid with his ranch hand money, giving Zelda a playful stare.