things this fandom needs more of: the raven queen, an all-powerful ancient eldritch entity with command over the forces of death, being a Mom™ and embarrassing the unliving hell out of her son.
things i wrote:
He imagines if he still had a corporeal stomach, it would drop through his shoes and into the depths of the astral plane. When he turns smoothly on his heel, she’s there in all her majesty, robes trailing lightly on the floor, feathers ruffled around her neck. Her eyes are bright and sharp with inquiry as she takes him in from head to toe, undoubtedly noting the tie looped carelessly around his neck and the absolute bastard of a half-inch of fabric untucked from his belt. Like him, she’s still in her work clothes, probably fresh from intimidating a batch of unruly souls. Unlike him—and he’s never been more aware of it than he is now—she’s feeling exceptionally observant.