[ A z a G u i l l a ]Also know as the Lady of the Long Silence and the Lady Most Kind, is one of The Twelve, the gods of the Therin people. She is the goddess of death, depicted as wearing a veil. She embraces the dead, cares for them and is said to weigh the souls of the departed once they’ve gone on to the other side.
Super mountain man author Derek living in the middle of the woods, keeps to himself because brooding writer stereotypes and also people are the worst. So he’s legit like in the mountains somewhere, a ridiculously long way away from everything and it’s quiet and peaceful, and he can shift and go running without running into campers or people going skiing. He chops wood, he drinks coffee on his porch overlooking the valley, he writes—it’s peaceful and it’s quiet and he loves it.
And then one morning, he’s sitting on his porch, drinking his coffee and minding his own business, and a fucking serial killer wanders out of the woods. Dingy hat with a huge beard, looking like some crazy libertarian nutjob who lives in a tent to avoid the government taking his guns.
He’s a werewolf, but Derek doesn’t mess with serial killers, so he freezes and stares and hopes that if he doesn’t move, the serial killer just won’t see him. The guy looks a little rough around the edges, to say the least. It could happen.
Except the serial killer does eventually notice him, and he also freezes and stares, and seems to be…scared of him? Of the guy wearing flannel and drinking coffee with a book on his own front porch?
Turns out the serial killer is actually Stiles, out in the wilderness looking for his best friend Scott, who went on a camping trip with a couple college friends and hasn’t been heard from since. And Stiles is not actually a serial killer, just a really unequipped college kid roaming the woods, pretty damn lost, with a Tracking for Dummies book jammed in the bottom of his backpack.
And I mean living off trail mix and beef jerky levels of unequipped.
Like, the second this kid heard the rangers even start to suggest that they’d exhausted their resources, he said, “fuck you, I’ll find him myself” and took off into the mountains with his college backpack and the cheapest tent he could find.
So once Derek realizes that the not-serial killer is even more freaked out than he is, all he sees is a really pathetic, sore, and exhausted ball of rage and determination and offers him coffee. And actual food. And a shower because all he can smell is beef jerky.
Stiles is understandably weirded out because this dude offering him food definitely looks like a mountain man serial killer who cut himself off from society so no one would hear his victims’ screams.
There’s a lot of appearance-based assumptions all around.
REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD READ THE GENTLEMAN BASTARDS SERIES/SEQUENCE WHATEVER THE FUCK IT’S CALLED
AWESOME STORY TELLING
PAIN AND SUFFERING
SUSPENSE AND ADVENTURE
A REMARKABLE AMOUNT OF THE USE OF THE WORD ‘FART’
IT’S LIKE WHITE COLLAR BUT WITHOUT THE FBI-LEASH. BUT ON A FOREIGN PLANET. THAT HAS THREE MOONS. AND WAS ONCE INHABITED BY OTHER CREATURES THAT MADE STUFF OUT OF SOME SORT OF GLASS THAT CANNOT BE MANIPULATED BY HUMANS.
THIEVES AND GANGS
AN ITALIAN LIKE ATMOSPHERE BUT ALSO SORT OF LATE 18TH CENTURY VIBES
ALCHEMY AND MAGIC
LOCKE LAMORA IS AN ARROGANT SHITHEAD BUT YOU LOVE HIM ANYWAY.
JEAN MOTHERFUCKING TANNEN
STRONG ASS WOMEN WHO ARE UNBREAKABLE
SORCERERS WHO ARE SHITBUCKETS AND PLAY CAT’S CRADLE
SERIOSULY JUST FUCKING READ IT
Edit: So I made this post back while reading RSURS and saved a draft and decided, mmm yeah I’m gonna post it