hyperphonic
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“The Princess left me with a handful of words for you, Hero.” Like a bow drawn to tension, his focus snaps back into place. “If you’d like to hear them.” Sheep’s clothing is shed so easily, wool and the soft scent of lanolin left behind when Link steps forward, eyes narrowed. Impa is clearly smart, should already know the answer that builds behind his tongue. “But you need to be willing to risk your life for her before I share them.”
He almost rolls his eyes.
Bookmarked by AzureDiamond
01 Jul 2025
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A CASKET CALLS MY NAME by hyperphonic
Updated: 2026-06-07
Work ID: 42753018Relationship Tags:
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“The Princess left me with a handful of words for you, Hero.” Like a bow drawn to tension, his focus snaps back into place. “If you’d like to hear them.” Sheep’s clothing is shed so easily, wool and the soft scent of lanolin left behind when Link steps forward, eyes narrowed. Impa is clearly smart, should already know the answer that builds behind his tongue. “But you need to be willing to risk your life for her before I share them.”
He almost rolls his eyes.
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/06/19
A CASKET CALLS MY NAME by hyperphonic
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It’s all over so quickly, for the agony of months spent chasing after the lingering vanilla and cinnamon smell of Zelda’s hair. Blood blooms at his feet, falling in sticky clumps deeper and deeper down the water column; Link wonders how much of her blood Demise had planned on spilling atop his altar.
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11 May 2026
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Published: 2023-01-12
Work ID: 44227075Relationship Tags:
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It’s all over so quickly, for the agony of months spent chasing after the lingering vanilla and cinnamon smell of Zelda’s hair. Blood blooms at his feet, falling in sticky clumps deeper and deeper down the water column; Link wonders how much of her blood Demise had planned on spilling atop his altar.
(Approximate) Last Read: 2026/05/11