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songerein2024-06-01 05:28 pm
multidisciplinary) wrote in songerein2024-06-01 05:28 pm
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log ๐ป the one left behind
Who: Zelda and others
Which: Log with open and closed prompts in the comments
Where: Around Reverein- Wild Harvest, Archives, and Wishing Well
What: Zelda wakes from her sleep coma and is big sad about her bf being gone
Warnings: Usual TOTK spoilers, possible themes of self-sacrifice
[ Zelda wakes slowly, opening her eyes to sunlight filtering through the window, playing on the rafters crisscrossing above her head and illuminating a few dust motes drifting in the air. The ceiling of her bedroom in Songerein.
She lets out a slow, defeated sigh and closes her eyes again.
She failed again.
The day Zelda woke to discover Link gone, she laid down in her bed and willed herself to go back to sleep. His departure did not come as a surprise, but that did not make it any easier to bear. He had told her that he would soon return to Hyrule, as if he knew-- no, not just knew, decided to go, as if that conviction was all he needed to break free from the shackles the dream world placed on its residents. It was time for him to return, he said. He was going to bring her home too. Nevermind the permanence of the draconification transformation. Nevermind the obstacle of the Demon King, looming insurmountable over Hyrule. He was going to overcome it all.
He was going to bring her home.
If Link could escape Songerein simply through sleep and conviction, then surely Zelda could as well. Why stay, when staying meant being without him? She only agreed to set duty aside and live for as long as the two of them were together. Link was gone; time for Zelda to fulfill her duty and become the Light Dragon.
And she partially succeeded; the princess managed to slip into a sleep coma of her own volition, where she spent the entirety of a month. But of course, escape still eluded her. Three times, Zelda has tried to wake of her own volition. Once by trying to swallow her secret stone and force the draconification transformation. Once by throwing enough baubles into the wishing well to grant her passage back to Hyrule. And now, by forcing herself to sleep. All three times, Zelda has failed.
Really, she should not be surprised. Leave it to Link to succeed in something like this the moment he puts his mind to it, and for Zelda to struggle and fail repeatedly. Such has always been the way for the two of them, hasn't it?
Zelda continues to lay in bed for awhile, wondering if she should try again, until the bedsores all over her body become too much for her to bear. No, she needs to get up. She needs to do something. If she doesn't find some way to occupy her mind, her thoughts will drift to Link... and whenever they do, it feels like scalding knives driving into her chest.
The pain of being the one left behind. ]
Which: Log with open and closed prompts in the comments
Where: Around Reverein- Wild Harvest, Archives, and Wishing Well
What: Zelda wakes from her sleep coma and is big sad about her bf being gone
Warnings: Usual TOTK spoilers, possible themes of self-sacrifice
[ Zelda wakes slowly, opening her eyes to sunlight filtering through the window, playing on the rafters crisscrossing above her head and illuminating a few dust motes drifting in the air. The ceiling of her bedroom in Songerein.
She lets out a slow, defeated sigh and closes her eyes again.
She failed again.
The day Zelda woke to discover Link gone, she laid down in her bed and willed herself to go back to sleep. His departure did not come as a surprise, but that did not make it any easier to bear. He had told her that he would soon return to Hyrule, as if he knew-- no, not just knew, decided to go, as if that conviction was all he needed to break free from the shackles the dream world placed on its residents. It was time for him to return, he said. He was going to bring her home too. Nevermind the permanence of the draconification transformation. Nevermind the obstacle of the Demon King, looming insurmountable over Hyrule. He was going to overcome it all.
He was going to bring her home.
If Link could escape Songerein simply through sleep and conviction, then surely Zelda could as well. Why stay, when staying meant being without him? She only agreed to set duty aside and live for as long as the two of them were together. Link was gone; time for Zelda to fulfill her duty and become the Light Dragon.
And she partially succeeded; the princess managed to slip into a sleep coma of her own volition, where she spent the entirety of a month. But of course, escape still eluded her. Three times, Zelda has tried to wake of her own volition. Once by trying to swallow her secret stone and force the draconification transformation. Once by throwing enough baubles into the wishing well to grant her passage back to Hyrule. And now, by forcing herself to sleep. All three times, Zelda has failed.
Really, she should not be surprised. Leave it to Link to succeed in something like this the moment he puts his mind to it, and for Zelda to struggle and fail repeatedly. Such has always been the way for the two of them, hasn't it?
Zelda continues to lay in bed for awhile, wondering if she should try again, until the bedsores all over her body become too much for her to bear. No, she needs to get up. She needs to do something. If she doesn't find some way to occupy her mind, her thoughts will drift to Link... and whenever they do, it feels like scalding knives driving into her chest.
The pain of being the one left behind. ]
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And also looking at her like she's crazy because this is the first time he's heard about it.]
That really a thing? Throw something into the well and get your shit back?
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Zelda huffs with frustration. ]
So long as you throw the right thing, yes. [ She offers Cid a bauble to examine. (He can keep it for all she cares.) ] Although it seems it has decided to be pedantic about ownership today.
[ Then it occurs to her: ] Are you newly arrived here?
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But he'll...take the strange bauble, frowning as he turns it over his hands before offering it back. No thanks. Seems cursed.]
Yeah, came in during that weird festival about flowers.
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Well, I bid you welcome to this little slice of purgatory. [ Is that a hint of bitterness over her third escape attempt being thwarted? Nah, couldn't be. ] I hope you were not engaged in any important business in your homeland, because you may be trapped here for quite some time.
[ Or maybe he'll be as good of an escape artist as Link. Who knows? ]
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But wow, this kid definitely has some complaints. Well not that he would argue otherwise.]
Hope not. I might not have anything that important, but doesn't mean I wanna be here any longer than I need to.
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In truth, it is not such a terrible place as I am making it out to be. It is typically quite pleasant. But lately it seems determined to test me to my last nerve. I did not think I would be spending today having a battle of wills with a wishing well over something as silly as a hair band.
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...That gets an arch of the brow.]
Hair band? This must be some special or important one if you want it and not some other one you can find in a store.
[He can at least make that much of a guess!]
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She nods, trying not to look too awkward. ]
Yes. It belongs-- belonged to my... boyfriend.
[ It still feels weird saying "boyfriend" out loud and it still doesn't feel like it properly expresses her relationship with Link, but it's the best word she's got so it'll have to do. ]
He woke a month ago and I simply wanted something to remember him by. Perhaps the other things he left behind in our home should be sufficient, but I want this.