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they're neat but they don't fear god and that's a problem

they had us in the first half, not gonna lie.

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Whumptober 2020 No. 20 — Lost

Masterlist Word count: ~2090 Universe: Twilight Princess; sequel to “No. 1 — Waking Up Restrained” Pairings: Zelink Rating: K Themes: Self doubt, guilt, fear

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Link’s recovery was slow going. He regained himself in pieces, in long, punishing battles fought in his own mind. Memories of the missing four months were scattered and incomplete, trickling back in dreams or disconcerting flashes that he couldn’t make sense of. But sometimes his lack of progress seemed less a consequence of his spotty memory, and more a result of what he could remember.

After everything he had done under the Gerudos’ influence, he found it impossible to trust himself, even when his mind was at its most clear.

Zelda was eternally patient, comforting him through the turmoil and fortifying him through spells of despair. She tried to keep him busy, presenting the reports filed by the captain serving in his stead for his inspection and whatever else would fall under his purview. More than once, he came back to himself to find her asleep at his bedside. He couldn’t account for it at all. Surely she knew better than to feel guilty over sending him on that mission, or to suppose that he expected preferential treatment.

But then, watching the first rays of sun filter through the curtains one morning, he was struck with the fleeting impression of silken hair slipping through his fingertips, of the pleasant give of soft lips under his, and all at once it made more sense.

He sunk his head into his hands and tried to call up the rest, tried to remember himself somewhere in the midst of it. But it was so hard to be sure of anything, even himself. Especially himself.

By the time Zelda called on him, he had been pacing in a fog for an hour. He tried not to stiffen when she smiled at him, tried not to stare for too long as she crossed the room, left a parcel on his nightstand, and opened the curtains. But suddenly he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

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lin manuel miranda as a 3 year old would rap things like “Googoo Gaga mama I don’t mean to cause much drama but I’m under goin trauma from what’s underneath my bed, there’s a monster sized iguana and it smells like marijuana i know it’s fake but i don’t wanna see it messing with my head” or something