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The Chain was, with as much kindness as he could bear to allow them, strange.
Bizarre, abnormal, atypical, curious, and downright unwonted. Warriors had worked with many a peculiarity during his time in the war and yet these seven were daunting in their behaviorisms. Time (who’d he’d been sure he had figured out back when he hardly reached his waist) had more secrets than ever, Twilight was a dog for Hylia’s sake, Sky was a borderline narcoleptic, and the veteran had more trinkets and tricks than a dragon’s horde. Then there was Hyrule, who was odd for many reasons including being more fairy than man and for agreeing to be known as Hyrule, Four, whose name at least made sense after prior context, Wild who used to be all knight and was now no knight at all, and Wind, who also used to make sense before now, yet has taken up cussing and drinking and seeing ghosts? Now Warriors could admit that he could have his moments but these hylians were beyond help, especially his, not that he was very inclined to give it after having to deal with the lot of them.
And despite the discrepancies in their behaviors, Warriors really did trust them–with his life to some extent even. Which is why feeling suspicious of them hurt all the more; he knew he was likely being overly cautious, and that suspicion would only lead to ruin, yet he was. And knowing it was technically wrong of course did nothing to dissuade his worries, those of which made the skin on the back of his neck prickle and his palms sweat whenever it happened. Which it did–again, and again, and again.
This of course resulted in his current situation–the respectable and honorable Link de Beaumont stuffed in a hay bale, straw scratching his face leaving itchy trails against his skin as he waited. He’d done his hair today! For nothing clearly, considering he was stuck here rather than in the tavern he’d be so excited to see the inside of–
His ears twitched up at the shuffle of footsteps, and he dropped his body lower to the ground, one hand on the ground and the other pulling the hay apart for a better view. Wild waltzed into his view, long, thick hair braided over his shoulder, likely Malon’s doing. Hyrule stumbled in soon after, pulling the barn door closed behind him, eyes wide and starstruck. Warriors felt his shoulders tense.
Why would they be meeting alone, here, while the rest of them enjoyed their time in the taverns or at the ranch if not to plot? To figure out their teammates and their weaknesses, and come up with a way to come out on top should anything go wrong? To make something go wrong?
He could feel his heart beating in his throat, nerves making his fingers clench and knuckles go white as he watched the two smile at each other, hands reaching out to link together. Hyrule pulled Wild closer, leaning down a bit to whisper into his ear, Wild’s long ears flickering at the feeling of air hitting hot skin. Sweat rolled down the back of Warriors’ neck, and he shivered as it cooled on his skin.
What was he saying?
Warriors leaned forward, straw pricking his face, ears tilted forward when Wild yelped, hands clenching onto the other’s shoulders as he began to giggle. The sound made him pause, leaning back in surprise as Hyrule’s lithe hands encircled Wild’s waist, his face having fallen from the blonde’s ear to the crook of his neck. Wild’s breath shuddered, and a woozy smile painted his face, and Warriors was appalled.
Dismayed, horrified, scandalized, repelled, and honestly shocked.
Not that he didn’t support or anything, it's just–he hadn’t even known! He hadn't had the faintest idea that their two explorers fooled around together, much less that they fooled around at all! He ought to tell Time about this–those two probably had no idea about the risks! The risks! Was he going to have to hold a seminar?
He was startled from his thoughts by the sound of bodies hitting hay, looking up to see Hyrule hovering over their cook, arms caging his head as they locked lips passionately–noisily.
Warriors plugged his ears, letting his forehead drop defeatedly onto the floorboards. He was so telling on them.