#WYLL RAVENGARD I WOULD BURN THE WHOLE WORLD DOWN FOR YOU

[faghettiandmeatballs]

When I tell you this line makes me want to throw up because of how cute it is I'm being so fr

[beyourlionheart]

wait for me !!!

this is a Wyllach AU based on Hadestown/Orpheus & Eurydice. I had the idea during a 4 hour class and thought it was the best idea in the whole world, and then when I sat down to actually write it I really struggled to find either of their voices. Someday I do hope to finish it, though.

The stage is set in Baldur’s Gate, in a tavern somewhere that Wyll Ravengard has no business going into. His father had warned him of such places — the ones where the sun doesn’t shine and the hells’ fires burn brightest. But Wyll’s mother had been a muse, back when she’d been alive, and although he’d never known her, he thinks she would have loved the kinds of places where people thrive amongst the rocks and crevices. And oh, do they thrive. Wyll slips his hands around a mug of ale, feeling young and inexperienced after the menu items had gone over his head. None of them at all resemble his father’s expensive cabinet of liquors and wines that he’d grown accustomed to. That hardly matters by the time he sees her. She’s hard to miss — a head taller than him with red skin and curling black horns, laughing loud enough to shake the bar to its foundation. She seems happy. It’s not something Wyll has seen before — not really. Sure, he and his father are content enough, tucked away in the Upper City, but he’d never seen someone’s face break to accommodate a smile the way hers does. Wyll is enraptured. He feels the lash of his father’s would-be reprimands — something along the lines of getting home at a reasonable hour and not spending his nights in the seedy parts of the city. Wyll wonders what his father might think of this tiefling in all of her glory, warding off the cold of the night as it threatens at the door of the tavern. He makes his way silently toward her. Again, he hears his father’s voice in his ear: don’t come on too strong. “Come home with me,” he says hopefully, sliding up next to her. The tiefling woman barks a laugh. “Who are you, kid?” Wyll grins. “The man who’s gonna marry you. I’m Wyll.”