dog time :)

ref + alt version:

‘The notes of the ocarina were almost mocking in their sweetness, swirling around in an endless cycle. No end, no beginning. Round and around and around again.

Legend didn’t care how attached Time was to the instrument, the moment he got his hands on that thing it was a fine blue dust.’

Made art for my fic, Lovely as the song on the air (as the wind blows) :)

BONUS:

sky is a man of many talents

i’ve come to a very important realisation about Legend as a person