Coloring Inside the Lines
Language: English
Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Alternate Universe - Soulmates Autistic Link (Legend of Zelda) Beedle & Link (Legend of Zelda) Beedle (Legend of Zelda) Completed Daruk & Link & Mipha & Revali & Urbosa (Legend of Zelda) Daruk (Legend of Zelda) FanFiction Gen Link & Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Link (Legend of Zelda) Link (Legend of Zelda) Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder Link (Legend of Zelda) Uses AAC (Augmentative and Alternative Communication) Link (Legend of Zelda) Uses Sign Language Link (Legend of Zelda) has Chronic Pain Link is Sixteen Years Old Link/Mipha (Legend of Zelda) Mipha (Legend of Zelda) Nonbinary Link (Legend of Zelda) Nonverbal Link (Legend of Zelda) Platonic Soulmates Revali (Legend of Zelda) The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Urbosa & Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Urbosa (Legend of Zelda) Zelda (Legend of Zelda) i promise the canon divergence happens eventually i thought that deserved clarification the aac is the sheikah slate
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Published: Nov 17, 2020
Description:
“How do you feel?” the Zora pressed after a very long moment, rocking forward just a little, eyes wide with worry. Her hands and arms were painted in soul paint of varying shades and colors, all plainly visible in her loose outfit. There was one particular streak of grass green on one of her palms, one that felt somehow intimately familiar.
Link blinked at her, and discovered that his mouth didn’t want to speak the way hers did. His hands moved to do it instead, as if on instinct. I feel tired. What happened? Where are we?
“We’re in the Shrine of Resurrection,” the Gerudo interrupted, sweeping in beside the Zora and setting a firm hand on her arm. Her eyes were narrow and uncompromising, though still, Link thought, warm. There was a child-sized smear of bright sunshine yellow soul paint on her cheek, and just a few scattered over her hands. “It’s no wonder you feel tired, you’ve been through quite an ordeal. But it’s time to get back to work.”
Link blinked at her, blankly bemused.
Who are you? he asked, in signs he seemed to recall only as he used them.