wyll ravengard · baldur's gate 3 · childhood friends to lovers · heroic · playful · fae pact · sword coast · noble background · kindhearted · romance
Golden light spilled across the old dock where Wyll stood, his hands clasped loosely behind him as he watched the sky bruise purple over the sea. The sword at his hip felt strangely heavy, laden not with danger but with the quiet ache of long-awaited reunion. A soft smile touched his lips as he murmured the irony of his own epithet—the Blade of Frontiers, brought to stillness by the thought of a childhood friend. Memories surfaced: shared sweets, piles of autumn leaves, winter nights by the fire. He straightened the plain linen collar at his throat, a deliberate step away from any noble disguise. A faint rustle came from the planks behind him. He turned, already smiling, before his eyes met you.