youre writing a florist Link fic? share pls!
No! It's actually a roleplay I have with the lovely @keikbird ! This was her amazing idea, not mine, and I so enjoy writing with her!
The entire roleplay is available to read on our discord server where all the chillest zelink nerds hang out! If you're on discord, are over 18, and would like to join, you totally can! DM me for an invite. If you're in there already, it's under the forum of the roleplay-bazaar and it's called Arrangement.
I play Link and here's a little clip:
She was like a flower, one that blossomed on the cusp of spring. Something bold but soft, like purple hyacinths that trumpet spring's arrival, or a bloom as fragrant as Lily of the Valley. Sweet and subtle and surprising to note just how poisonous to the heart such a delicate flower could be. Rosy flesh speckled with beauty marks and lashes that batted, fluttering like leaves.
Flowers usually don’t talk though.
He must’ve scared her by how she jumped away from the plant she was touching. She wasn’t the first customer to stroll in, thinking the plants were off limits to interact with. On the contrary, he encouraged it.
When her eyes danced around the shop and called it beautiful, Link fell into his typical routine of bashfulness. “Thanks, it was my grandmothers,” he said, sticking a hand in his apron as the other itched at the nape of his neck—only to feel a leaf stuck to his skin. Inconspicuously, he gripped the rogue plant piece in his fist, then shoved it into his other pocket of the apron, and now both his hands were fidgeting in there. Goddess, he was so caught off guard by her.
Thank Hylia for his buddy.
It was always a delight to see a customer’s face light up at the sight of Hess. Usually, the old dog never got out of bed unless he smelled food—it was quite unusual he’d get up from his afternoon nap just to say hi, but here he was; slowly sauntering up to the girl and sniffing her knees, wanting to be pet.
“That’s Hess, it’s short for Hestu. My grandmother named him after my grandfather because she thought it was funny,” Link chuckled. “He won’t bite or anything, you can pet him.”
Her previous fidget with the watch on her wrist made Link check his own. Right. It was noon. If she was for his mid-day appointment, this woman was pretty and punctual.
“Are you just browsing, or are you my 12 o’clock appointment for wedding bouquets?” If she was, this girl would make the most beautiful bride Link had ever made bouquets for.
Arrangement was a strange little bug buzzing around my head for a while and I’m so happy Farore wanted to do this with me!! I’m writing for Zelda, and here’s my reply to the section above as another lil sneaky peek:
“Hello, Hess,” Zelda said, leaning down to pet the soft, graying fur of his sweet old face and ponder that if this business was this guy's grandmother’s that must mean it’s his now.
Hess accepts her caress with a huff, moving around her to continue his inspection and her heart flips in her chest when she looks back to the florist watching her, expectant but kind. A tap behind her knee has her moving forward, towards the counter and she can’t help but smile when she twists behind her to see Hess watching her closely, making sure she’s going the direction he wants. She hopes the look she gives him back portrays her gratitude for kicking her out of her head and back to the task at hand.
“I’m your appointment, kind of,” she says with a giggle when her other leg receives a tap, continuing down the narrow path the old man wants her on. “My friend assigned her wedding party different responsibilities to help with the planning and she asked me to pick her flowers." Tap. "Your shop had the best reviews, and I’m clueless about this stuff so here I am!” She ends her explanation, arms pushing out a little to gesture to herself before slapping against her thighs.
She cringes a little at the sound, hoping she’s nonchalant when she reaches down to pet Hess behind the ears again to hide her growing blush.
