Link x Reader ~ Find You

~Dark~

"Din, what is wrong with me?!" Dark groaned miserably as he hiked through the forest in the general direction of Lokume Village.

He could no longer use his cleared pathway that lead straight to the cottage. He needed to give it back to the forest, let nature grow over it, so as to conceal his home's location and, in doing so, keep you safe. He'd thrown some fertilizing potions and laid traps along it as well, just to be safe.

He held his newest blade in his hand, slashing violently through any overgrowth that had the misfortune of blocking his path.

His blatant confession to you played over again and again at the front of his mind no matter how hard he tried to push it away. The uncomfortable, uncertain look on your face had left him feeling bitter and nauseated.

He growled to himself under his breath, "Why the hell do I even give a shit what she thinks about me, anyway? It's Link who loves her, really, not me... right?" He wondered to himself for the thousandth time. He sighed heavily as he finally broke free of the dense woods and onto the open plains where a clear trodden path lead off into the rolling fields.

"Then again," he muttered, "These days I'm not sure where I end and Link begins." He chuckled humorlessly. He looked down into the smooth, shining surface of his blade and stared intently at his haunting reflection; his blood red eyes glared hatefully back up at him.

"Tch." He sheathed his sword, opting to glare, instead, at the sky above. Like always, it was a deep ochre hue, and today the clouds were wispy and sparse across its great expanse.

Dark bided his time by muttering to himself in annoyance until he finally reached Lokume - for real this time. He swiftly and gracefully wove his way through the bustling crowd of the market into the tailor's shop, the same shop with the crotchety old woman who had sneered so hatefully at __f/n__ in their temporal visit.

While she had nothing to say to him as he stepped into her store, she did mutter something under her breath that sounded like "Hylian scum" as Dark quickly recognizing and collected the items that __f/n__ had liked. With his arms full of various and sundry garments, Dark finally turned to the elegant crimson dress in the window. He approached the old tailor, who simply grimaced at him as he drew near. He offered an equally friendly glower in return.

He dropped a fat coin purse on the counter between them, the twinkling sound of rupees dampening the hatefulness on the Twili's face.

"I'm having this. Plus the dress." Dark jerked his chin in the direction of the gown. The tailor hummed deeply but still did not speak as she scuttled over to retrieve her work. As she returned, she eyed Dark warily.

"What need do you have of women's clothing, Hylian?" She stretched the final word as if it were insult enough on its own.

"I'm a cross-dresser." Dark replied blankly before tossing a fistful of a deep plum-colored powder into the tailor's face. By the time she'd stopped coughing, Dark had disappeared, along with her memory of him ever being there. He couldn't afford to be leaving any loose ends with the entire kingdom on the lookout for __f/n__.

As he ducked back into the busy market place, Dark crammed the clothes into a large satchel he'd brought with him, the soft leather stretching to its capacity as he struggled with that damn dress.

"I should have brought my other bag," he muttered to himself, thinking of the simple, worn leather pack he'd once enchanted so that its capacity was unending, and its weight next to nothing despite its contents. That was one of his more clever creations in his opinion. Why he hadn't brought it with him, he had no idea.