i am the one hiding under your bed

[feigned]

MONSTER OPEN POST

want to play out fun/gruesome/depressing/etc. monster scenarios without the pressure of having to app into a game? thread them out here to your heart's content! post a toplevel with your character's preferred monster(s), a short description of the changes they've gone through, and/or examples of things you'd like to play out. then tag around and terrorize others!

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[schollared]

[it's strange, almost, to consider that link is technically a hundred years older than her now, even if he looks exactly the same as he had before his century-long slumber. the idea that he could come from a future she hasn't yet experienced, yet still exists in, would have been a fine thing to look into, given her research-oriented mind.

she knows, though, that more pressing matters preoccupy their thoughts now.

still, she cannot help but look fondly—almost sadly—upon link's transformed state as he swims up to her, dipping her own newly-tendriled toes into the water. she briefly wonders if she needs water like a normal plant, or if the only sustenence she requires now is the consumption of human flesh.

... she'd rather dwell on something else.]

You're the spitting image of Mipha. Only... perhaps a little more muscle definition, in your limbs.

[skyglider]

[At first, he only listens to the sound of her voice, connecting it once again to the detached words that first woke him from his century-long sleep. It's strange. Even though he didn't recognize her at first, she was with him the whole time. Through everything, she's been there. And now that she's here, really here, in front of him, he wishes she was not.

This world and these changes are not gentle. Perhaps that's why.

Mipha. The sound of her name causes a pang of nostalgia and regret that he doesn't entirely understand. It's not unlike the time he spent with Sidon, hearing her name, hearing her stories, and yet feeling as though they belonged to someone else. Not him, but another who shared his name and face.

He knows, as with Zelda, that she was -is- someone he cared for. But beyond that, and some abstract notion of the time he spent with the Zora, she could be anyone.]

Maybe a little like her brother. [Without his boisterousness, maybe. A faint smile flickers across his face, and then slitted blue eyes turn to the flowers weaving their way through her hair, their glow a little like a halo in the night. After a moment, he gestures to them.]

They suit you. The flowers.

[It is not something he says easily, in all honesty. This place, as far as he has seen thus far, suits no one. But in spite of that, the silent princess is almost a comforting sight -- the way Zelda herself is.]