#and im giving the 3 other people who care about them 3d8 physic damage

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

Still on my Ulder & Wyll bullshit but like

I keep thinking of Ulder Ravenguard, sending away his only son at seventeen, and years later hearing of a hero with a fine rapier and mismatched, kind eyes and manners from a storybook, and thinking, demanding surely not. that cannot be my son. my son is a devil's servant. it cannot be. i have no son.

and then after seven long years meeting Wyll again, at Wrym's Rock through a mindflayer's thrall, and feeling something like relief, not at seeing him but at this cold surety that this boy, this man, this hero of the frontiers could not be his son, because his son was not this tall and old and sure-footed, and did not have curling horns and a devil red eye, and the rumors must be wrong, and this Blade must be a stranger.

And then Wyll looks at him, with such kind eyes- his mother's eyes still, even devil-tainted- and calls him "father", and he knows, he knows, and his son is here, so much older and wearier and stronger, too, and he's a hero and a man and by gods he's a monster and by gods he's his son.

#never gonna be normal about this #sorry #i exist to scream about wyll ravenguard please and thank you #they're just so dhagfdskjgfyuosgd #its about the themes okay #something about distance and meeting each other again unrecognizable. something about seven years to be a man and seven years still the sam #idk its too late for coherent thoughts okay #bg3 wyll #baldurs gate wyll #ulder ravengard #like you know the line: “i was a fool at best; a traitor at worst. and the grand duke ravenguard suffers neither” #sadlkfghouysdglfusdjgujdsljhsdf #foaming at the mouth #literally so insane about them #someday im gonna write that fic i want to #and im giving the 3 other people who care about them 3d8 physic damage #wyll #wyll ravengard