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#I suppose this isn't necessarily a time loop but oh well
skyloftian-nutcase · 3 months
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Febuwhump Day 11 - Time Loop
Based on this art and idea from @twilight-linkess! Your art is always so great, I haven't had a chance to reblog it much lately but by heaven I will!
This new era was strange. Not because anything in particular really stuck out, but because it felt eerily familiar while also quite foreign. Both Time and Twilight observed similarities, the former sensing fairy magic as if he were in the Lost Woods while the latter recognized some architecture. Neither could pinpoint enough to really definitively say it was their era, and a nearby village had no recollection of anyone named Link.
So they were between heroes, then.
Despite this knowledge, Twilight felt... uneasy, for lack of a better word. He found himself looking over his shoulder often. Time hovered close to him, worry coating his features and setting his shoulders stiffly. It was still too close to Twilight's injury, and his elder was clearly letting his misgivings about the place channel into worry over his descendant.
As for Twilight... well. He'd been having disturbing dreams and visions lately. He swore it was just because he wasn't really sleeping well, because this place made him feel off. But some days, when he was laughing with Time, the way his armo glinted would dull, like it was rusting over before his very eyes. Or, worse, his armor would shine too bright, reflecting a red eye glowing in a skull that wasn't--couldn't be there.
By the time a week had passed, Twilight was ready to lose his mind. Every time he looked at his elder he had to do a double take to make sure he was real. Every time he saw the man's reflection it looked ghostly.
It's fine, he tried to reassure himself. You're just sleep deprived. It's not like he's going to vanish into thin air. He's fine.
But every night he shivered, no matter how many blankets he wrapped himself in. Every night he saw bony fingers reach out to him. Every night Time lay dead on the ground.
When he finally found he'd had enough, he patrolled the woods in his wolf form. A golden light caught his attention, heartbreakingly familiar but impossibly so. He followed it with haste, heart racing, but no matter how fast he ran, it always moved faster.
High, high above the Hero of Twilight, the Hero's Shade watched, sadness hanging over him. He ached to see his pup and talk to him, to almost have a conversation where both would have equal knowledge of the other for once, but... no. He couldn't interfere with the timeline any more than he already had.
Go on, little pup, he bade with all the love his aching heart could muster. Stay safe with your brothers.
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