HONEYBEE | LINK

[ORPHEUS]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Orpheus had figured out that permanency sucked before he turned two years old. His parents, his collar, his dad — love, hell, safety, and pain — nothing ever stayed. This place won't stay and neither will the people here, himself included. But the more days pass, the more comfortable he feels in the observatory, and wandering through the winter-white territory. Everyone is kind to him (not really everyone); they were soft and gentle. There were a few exceptions, but that makes everything feel... real. Safe, or at least safer. So he settles down, bit by bit, and this is hardly the season for it, but he finds a planter with weeds growing in some empty room — he wonders who owned it, who left it, why they forgot about their possessions. It's dusty and dry, with dead leaves and dying stalks. He supposes that's a part of his life too, breathing life into things that needed it. That sounds a lot more profound than it really was.

He'd simply dragged the planter back to his room as gently as possible, soil and dead plants gently poured out onto a tarp. A few stray particles scatter off — not enough to piss him off now, though he makes a note to clean it up later — and one stubborn beetle heads towards the door, but otherwise it seems to accomplish nothing. "I don't think any of you can be saved," Orpheus murmurs to the dry plants and wilted flowers, "but you'll make great fertilizer one day." Everyone would; now that's pretty damn morbid. "Wonder what seeds I can find here."

[arcy]

➵

Link ... wasn't sure what his life had been like before he woke up. He knew it'd been. His broken memories were proof of that. But he just ... didn't know. He thinks he had a loving family. He remembers a friend he was supposed to protect, thinks of Mipha's kind face that he just can't feel anything for. He thinks of Dorephan's face, and thanks that he should.
... Link had considered making a garden once, when he was in Hateno. He had a house there, but he didn't go there often. He's not sure why the village is so different from the Ascendants. Why he's been staying here, and not there. What's so different? He can't put his paw on it. ... So, he ignores the problem for the moment. Instead, he wanders. He hasn't fully explored the Ascendants yet, for whatever reason. So he wanders, passing through the corridor on quiet pawsteps until he hears a soft murmuring voice. .. Orpheus. Who is he talking to? As nosy as ever, Link gently wriggles his way into the room, quiet enough to be ignored unless you knew better. He watches for a few moments more. Plants? Seeds? Link blinks, tips his head curiously. He starts a slow walk towards the other, heavying his steps just slightly. .. He pauses just long enough to scoop up the scurrying beetle, and just as quickly, it's gone in a flash of blue light. What was he planning on doing with it? .. You probably don't want to know.
Once Link comes within a few steps of the tiger, he stops. And, softly, chirps curiously as he peers at the plant, unmindful of Orpheu's personal space as he pokes his head close to look at the dried plant. .. After Link gets his fill of staring at the plant, he turns his head back to Orpheus and tilts his head, eyes wide. He yips again, softly, but clearly curious for an explanation of ... some kind, at least.

"we will not be torn" —-- link / ascendants / misc

[ORPHEUS]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Maybe it would be better to forget than to remember every painstaking detail. He can't say whether or not Link would feel better if he knew it all, but Orpheus can guess that he would feel better without that. Instead, he stays up some nights thinking about his family and friends, everyone that he's lost. But Link can't feel things for his memories, and the idea of losing that is.. no, he can't. So maybe he's wrong, maybe it's better to suffer through feeling everything than suffer through losing it and being unsure. At least he has a chance to start again without the pain.

In any case, what he's doing here is meant to distract himself from those thoughts and concerns. Busying himself with dirt was a strange way to make himself focus his thoughts elsewhere, but it's effective. For a moment, he doesn't even notice Link's appearance in the doorway, his paws still smoothing over the dry dirt to pick out anything strange. A few rocks, another bug; standard things. he almost jumps out of his skin when he finally hears him, two-toned eyes widening and then softening suddenly, a quiet, "Oh," leaving him in a breath. Orpheus watches with curiosity as the beetle disappears, brow furrowing. But he doesn't ask — maybe he doesn't want to know. "Hey kiddo," he hums, voice filled with a soft, gentle mirth as the dog draws close to him, "you scared me there." Though he turns back to the dead plant quickly enough, the lion continues to cast glances his way as he formulates some kind of answer. It might be a bit easier if he knew the full question, but that's alright.

"I found some planters in a room," he explains with a shrug. "Someone hadn't been taking great care of them, so I guess that's my job now." His smile is still soft as he tilts his head, gesturing for the dog to come closer. "Wanna help?"

[arcy]

Link can safely say that he felt better about himself before he remembered anything. Knowing his name had been nice, but ... the expectations, knowing that no matter what, he won't be able to feel anything for those old memories. He was an outsider to his own life. He thinks ... that maybe he'd prefer it if he had his complete memories, though, even so. If he knew what he felt for Mipha, for the other champions. As it is, though ... no. No, he doesn't want his memories.
To be completely honest, the conjuration thing is partly Link's, partly Shiekah's. .. No, he's not willing to elaborate on that. He likes hoarding stuff, though -- beetles are pretty good for making exilirs! Shiekah just makes sure the animals don't starve until Link makes it.
Link chirps somewhat apologetically. He scares a lot of people -- be it by surprising them or just being a sheer force of nature. Somebody had to explain the difference once, when somebody used that phrase the first time. He didn't want to scare people. That wasn't what good heroes did. He doesn't think so, at least -- the definition of hero is vague, but Link is still trying so hard to live up to the expectations of his predecessor (read: his past self).
He tilts his head. Planters? He isn't sure what the use is in taking care of near-dead plants, but ... he thinks it's nice. But is it something Link would want to do himself? He makes a strange sort of thoughtful noise. Then, he nods. He'd like to be nice enough to take care of plants, too. So he shuffles closer, eyes round and ears pricked as he waits for Orpheus to tell him .. what exactly was going on at all, really.

➵ NOW I BEAR LITTLE RESEMBLANCE
TO THE KING I ONCE WAS