[id: a painting of zelda and link against a blue background with light yellow clouds. zelda is cradling a dying link in her arms, holding his neck and the master sword where it rests over his stomach. blood dribbles from his mouth down to his neck and is staining through his tunic. zelda is looking at the viewer with a stunned expression, tears flowing down her cheeks. /end id.]
this time around’s no different, i’ve played with chance like you. i’ve loved to toy with fate, but, oh, i didn’t have a clue—
THAT I WOULD LOSE! oh, i would LOSE! between my left and right, one day i’d have to choose! “you’re not like me, i’m not like you, i’m not who these things happen to!”
So when I was a teenager, I got chronic nosebleeds.
Because of this, my mom tended to buy really cheap bedding for me, since I tended to bleed on it anyway when I’d get a nosebleed in the night. Cheap bedding, as it happens, can tear kind of easily.
So what happened one night, is that I got a nosebleed without waking up, AND, my nails somehow caught on my sheets and in my nightly thrashing around (I was a very active sleeper), I managed to rip them up pretty badly.
What I experienced on waking up, however, was being tangled up in tattered bloody sheets with blood in my mouth and in that moment of semi-lucid horror, my fourteen year old brain reached the indisputably certain conclusion that oh fuck I’m a werewolf.
