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แดขแด‡สŸแด…แด€ ([personal profile] multidisciplinary) wrote in [community profile] songerein2024-06-01 05:28 pm

log ๐ŸŒป 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. ]
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[personal profile] lonelysmiles 2024-07-05 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
The majority of people in Hell are there because we were unrepentant sinners in life. We've all done terrible things and shouldn't be allowed anywhere near those who reached Heaven to begin with. No no no no, the chance we had was the life we lived before! There is no undoing what has been done!

[Ah, Zelda! You've gotten to know him so well!]

But not everyone down there is a complete monster. Some people ended up down there by making terrible mistakes that they regret even without the punishment of Hell. Circumstances differ, but for whatever reason they weren't as bad as the rest of us. Unfortunately, they're the ones who usually die during the annual Extermination. The nastier and by extention stronger demons will force them out of whatever shelter they've made for themselves and leave them for the angels to slaughter. I don't think Charlie will ever succeed in getting a demon into Heaven but I do admit that those sinners who just want to get by and don't partake in any of the more heinous sins don't deserve to be erased.

[He shrugs.]

Besides, if Charlie succeeds, imagine the chaos that would result from it: Thousands of years of precedent suddenly thrown out the window! Now there's a show I want front row seats for!