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shinonFandom: Zelda: ALBW
Characters: Ravio. Sheerow is also there but I think that's a given
Word count: 400
Warnings: None
Notes: WHILE I am on the topic of dudes from 3DS games who are basically the alternate-universe fuck-up versions of the protagonist... For GYWO Yahtzee, prompt "lazy." (Turned out grimmer than the prompt suggests, but I mean - that's my brand.)
This is the first time in memory that Ravio and Sheerow haven't been hustling for dear life. They've sold all the merch. Mr. Hero's out there doing hero stuff, and there isn't even anything to do if he dies again – he owns the weapons free and clear, so there's no need to go find the body.
There's a lot of – just – waiting around. Waiting for what? Ravio thinks, and then tries not to think about that again. Some kinda reckoning. Not his field.
He thinks he should be there at the end, but – not thinking about it. He owes them as much, Her Grace and Mr. Hero both, but he's not thinking about it.
He says, “This is the life, isn't it?” but his voice comes out all strained and Sheerow isn't buying it. “Lazy afternoons.” He lies full length on the floor and folds his hands behind his head. “Nothing to think about, except how to spend all this money.”
Nothing to think about, except that and the other thing.
He thinks he has allergies. Isn't that wild? Never been to Hyrule in his life and already the plants – billions of 'em, and what colors! – have it out for him. Maybe this is why his head hurts sometimes and why sometimes he gets dizzy from standing up too fast. It's definitely the reason why it's suddenly so damp and sticky inside his mask. And it's one of many reasons not to go outside, even on this, a golden summer day with nothing else to do.
Sheerow brings him a hankie. It's probably Link's.
“I mean – what else am I supposed to do?” Ravio says, after he's scrubbed his face and incidentally the wind's quit chucking pollen through the window. “Our job's over now. We did all we could. Coupla losers like–” Sheerow cheeps indignantly. “No offense.”
They're going to fight, probably. Princess Hilda and the hero. She's too stubborn to be turned aside. Yuga will betray her and Link will kill Yuga and she still won't take a hint, she'll still–
Unless Ravio has something to say about it. But that's scary. Both alternatives are scary, and what can he do in the meantime? Just lie here. Waiting around.
“This is the life,” he says again, more insistently, fooling nobody.
Maybe he'll do some house cleaning instead. Like some kinda considerate guest.
Characters: Ravio. Sheerow is also there but I think that's a given
Word count: 400
Warnings: None
Notes: WHILE I am on the topic of dudes from 3DS games who are basically the alternate-universe fuck-up versions of the protagonist... For GYWO Yahtzee, prompt "lazy." (Turned out grimmer than the prompt suggests, but I mean - that's my brand.)
This is the first time in memory that Ravio and Sheerow haven't been hustling for dear life. They've sold all the merch. Mr. Hero's out there doing hero stuff, and there isn't even anything to do if he dies again – he owns the weapons free and clear, so there's no need to go find the body.
There's a lot of – just – waiting around. Waiting for what? Ravio thinks, and then tries not to think about that again. Some kinda reckoning. Not his field.
He thinks he should be there at the end, but – not thinking about it. He owes them as much, Her Grace and Mr. Hero both, but he's not thinking about it.
He says, “This is the life, isn't it?” but his voice comes out all strained and Sheerow isn't buying it. “Lazy afternoons.” He lies full length on the floor and folds his hands behind his head. “Nothing to think about, except how to spend all this money.”
Nothing to think about, except that and the other thing.
He thinks he has allergies. Isn't that wild? Never been to Hyrule in his life and already the plants – billions of 'em, and what colors! – have it out for him. Maybe this is why his head hurts sometimes and why sometimes he gets dizzy from standing up too fast. It's definitely the reason why it's suddenly so damp and sticky inside his mask. And it's one of many reasons not to go outside, even on this, a golden summer day with nothing else to do.
Sheerow brings him a hankie. It's probably Link's.
“I mean – what else am I supposed to do?” Ravio says, after he's scrubbed his face and incidentally the wind's quit chucking pollen through the window. “Our job's over now. We did all we could. Coupla losers like–” Sheerow cheeps indignantly. “No offense.”
They're going to fight, probably. Princess Hilda and the hero. She's too stubborn to be turned aside. Yuga will betray her and Link will kill Yuga and she still won't take a hint, she'll still–
Unless Ravio has something to say about it. But that's scary. Both alternatives are scary, and what can he do in the meantime? Just lie here. Waiting around.
“This is the life,” he says again, more insistently, fooling nobody.
Maybe he'll do some house cleaning instead. Like some kinda considerate guest.
