ILLEGAL TENDER
by an awesome blossom
ReDead/Link. Yeah that's right.
Part of a possible series where I pair Link with all the assorted baddies in Zelda just for kicks? Written at a time of extreme exhaustion to Louis XIV's "Illegal Tender". The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask are property of Nintendo and respective owners.
Grip!
He knew what happened next. Tried not to imagine it, but knew it all the same. The scream from earlier resounded within his ears and DIN NAYRU FARORE it
Crashed!
inside him. A plane into a field in a metaphor he would never know.
He tried to spread his legs a bit, lean forward a bit, arch his back a bit, not noticing where his lip was bit as it bit. His back burned as if someone was lighting it on fire.
Maybe that's what was happening behind his back. It was a party and they were playing with matches. Matches that went
Inside!
him and DIN NAYRU FARORE was it sandpaper fire. He knew he was bleeding profusely, and he tried not to think of it. Ignoring the pain, the wetness, all common sense itself, he took his knees buckling as an opportunity to get down on all fours.
Can't breathe, can't breathe.
It was choking him and right on schedule. He imagined that he was under water, under Zora's Domain which had never thawed and had frozen again for a second time after a freak climate change. He looked down at the blood pooled around him and the scratches on his arm and he tried to wonder what was happening but he couldn't because he thought he was just too damn hard. But didn't suppose he could feel it anymore.
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Farore he knew he was dying, but he didn't care. He had saved Hyrule, saved Termina, went on countless adventures and you know what he could die he could die he wanted to die just like she did and oh nayru his neck.
Tear!
He never remembered this though he didn't really remember anything at all much anymore maybe probably not. This wasn't what ReDeads did and he should know as he's been caught by them one too many times already with one too many skeletal body pressed against him, grinding, suffocating, in such an
Erotic!
way and din he was going crazy. And bleeding bleeding bleeding his head hung losely because he couldn't find the strength to hold it up and his muscles he didn't know where they were. But oh
There!
They!
Were!
streaming on his back and he fell because his arms got tired that was it and his face hit the ground with his teeth clanging and he think he broke some but he supposed that was the least of his worries because well he couldn't remember but he thought he was dying and
And.