(i can't find the things i'd known)
Inko, Eijiro is not at all surprised to discover, is a very kind old woman. She tells him a little about the Great Plateau—about how it's said to be the birthplace of Hyrule, about the nearby ruins of a once-significant temple left abandoned after the decline of the kingdom one hundred years before, about how she'd been living here some fifty years and hasn't had a visitor in decades. He's suddenly very glad he did decide to talk with her.
He doesn't know how to even begin to explain his situation when she asks, mostly because he doesn't know anything about it himself, but she doesn't pry further. She warns him of monsters in the area, and offers him her torch to use as a weapon should he run across any.
And when they're done talking, she gives him directions to her home, and asks—well, insists, really, that he join her for lunch, so long as he hunts around for some of their meal himself and helps her cook. Eijiro's—well, he's very anxious to get going and figure out just what it is the voice needs him to do, but he has no idea how to do that, and no idea how to even start to figure it out, so he can't find a good reason to turn her down.
Also… a home-cooked meal sounds really good and the mysteriously disappeared voice isn't berating him or anything for so much as considering it, so he doesn't really want to turn her down. The matter settled, Inko shifts, brushes herself off, and reaches a hand out to him imploringly.
"Be a dear and help me up, won't you?" she asks, voice tinged with humor. "These old bones just aren't as sprightly as they used to be, I'm afraid."
Eijiro's already reaching to help before she even finishes speaking, smiling brightly as he chirps, "Of course!"
He was right when he thought of her as a little old lady before. She's not quite a foot shorter than him, but Eijiro still towers over her just a little when he gently pulls her to her feet, and he flashes a huge, sharp-toothed grin when the portly woman grants him a grateful look and thanks him, before turning and gathering her walking stick.
"Glad to help!" He beams—before gasping suddenly. "Your cloak!"
She pauses in her steps, looking down at it as though she expects to find a tear, or a stain. "Hm?"
"It's—that's the Sheikah symbol on the back," he says, bouncing on his feet with excitement because—because—he might be actually getting somewhere, finally!
"Oh!" Understanding crosses her face, and Inko nods. "So it is."
"So—so if you're a Sheikah—you have to know something about the cave I just came out of! It was—I don't know, these two weird sealed rooms, with smooth stone walls that had glowing constellations on them? I was in some, uh, tub of weird blue liquid? The door to get out—the big, main door—it had the Sheikah symbol on it."
He hadn't really thought about how batshit the stuff he was saying was, until he sees how high the eyebrows on her face have lifted. But—but if she's Sheikah, she has to know something. Doesn't she? Even if this is crazy, she should be able to tell him something.
He knows the desperation is showing on his face, but he can't help it. If she can tell him anything at all about the strange place he woke up, then maybe it'll give him some hint of where he needs to go. He has to find the voice—has to help him with—with—he doesn't even know what, and that's the whole problem.
"Well, that's..." Inko flounders, and Eijiro can already tell from the way her brows draw together and the lines on her face deepen in thought that he's not going to get what he wants out of this conversation. Please, he wants to beg—her, or the Goddesses, or someone. But he doesn't know what good it would do, and Inko keeps speaking, "quite the story."
He must look truly pathetic in his disappointment, because it's unimaginable how thoroughly sympathetic and rueful her own expression grows in response. It almost kinda makes him feel worse, knowing that he must look that pitiful about it.
"I'm sorry, Eijiro," she says, finally, once she seems to have processed the—well, the mess of a recounting he'd given her. "I spent most of my life with the Sheikah, but I don't even come close to knowing all their secrets. A lot of it's beyond me, to be honest—and that's just counting the things the Sheikah themselves remember." She shrugs gently, hands spreading out before her in apology. "It sounds like you're talking about one of many, many ancient structures the Sheikah built ten thousand years ago—and even the Sheikah have forgotten much of their history and workings. An effort was made a hundred years ago to unearth them and study them, but—well… with the fall of the kingdom, not enough progress was made. I doubt there's a soul alive who can fully explain what you just described to me."
Eijiro's shoulders slump, and he sighs. "But… you can't tell me anything?"
Again, the compassion and remorse overtake her expression. "Why don't you get to work on finding something for us to eat, and we'll brainstorm over lunch? I won't be able to tell you much, but it'll be easier for us both to figure out on full stomachs after a warm meal, I think."
It doesn't occur to him until after he's sullenly agreed, set off, and faced up against no less than four bokoblins—weak ones, which gave him a lot more trouble than he thinks they should have—that Inko didn't even really question that he'd said he'd woken up in the strange basin of glowing blue water, or ask him how he'd gotten there at all.
Not that he'd have been able to answer, but it strikes him as just a little odd. Or a lot odd.
He'll go with a lot.
It's when he's scaling a large rock jutting out of the middle of a field near Inko's house to gather some rushrooms from the cracks in the stone that he hears it—or, well, almost hears it. He kind of misses it, at first, though he tilts his head when there's just—almost—something. He assumes he's imagining it, because it's so barely-there, but as he moves to tuck the rushrooms in his pocket it's a little stronger, a little more pressing, and it has the indescribable feeling of the voice.
He startles, so excited to hear from him again that he loses his grip on the stone, and it's all he can do to keep from dropping the rushrooms as he slides and skids his way some fifteen feet down the rock face. His feet hit the earth at the base of the surface with a heavy thump, but he manages not to stumble or keel over.
Eijiro…
The voice is muted and distant somehow, but he hears it this time, head jerking around wildly even though he knows at this point he's not going to find its source. It's just instinct, to look for him.
Eijiro, the voice persists, and this time it's actually distinct, only growing clearer and more solidly present the longer he speaks, Don't just ignore that Sheikah Slate I left you. There's a point marked on the map. Go there.
Eijiro doesn't know the voice can see him, but he thinks he can. The comments he'd gotten earlier make the most sense if the voice was watching somehow. So he nods, tucking the rushrooms he'd grabbed into his pocket and reaching for the Sheikah Slate with the same hand. He winces expectantly when he glances towards his free hand, the one he'd scrabbled against the stone surface for purchase when he'd begun to slip, expecting to discover his fingers scraped raw, but—
—he blinks when his eyes find that his hand's not really much of a hand, at the moment; the skin replaced by vivid crimson scales, fingers and nails sharpened to something more like talons, making his hand look something more like a claw. Like a dragon claw.
He can do that. He can do that! He hasn't thought about it once, since waking—hadn't once bothered to ponder what his sharp, fang-like teeth meant, mostly because it was so normal to him, so straightforward. Of course he's dragonblooded—it's not something he's remembering, but more something he'd known the whole time and just hadn't thought about.
When he pulls his hand away from the stone, his dragonscales and claws soften and mold back into regular skin exactly the way he's used to as he reaches a finger to navigate the screen of the Sheikah Slate. A map, this thing has a map somehow… and he finds it, after just a moment—though, uh, map seems like maybe an overstatement.
It's just a blank blue screen, dark and not at all very informative. The only distinctive features are a few lighter blue lines that seem to section off huge chunks of land and three symbols sort of near to each other in the middle: an odd blue emblem, a flashing yellow circle, and below them a yellow triangular arrow—which he figures out must mark his position on the map when he turns the slate, and the arrow rotates with him.
That… that's crazy, he thinks; sure, you can mark your current position on a map, but to have that mark move with you? And even keep track of the way you're facing on the map? He doesn't know if this is magic or some other means, but he still thinks it's crazy. And cool as all hell.
Based on his own orientation, he thinks the blue marking must be the odd cavern he'd come from. When he moves his finger over it, words appear on the surface of the map—it says Shrine of Resurrection in text of the same bright blue, and below that, in smaller text, Travel. He stares. What does that mean? What does that mean—resurrection?
It gives him an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Why in the hell is he popping out of weird tubs of glowing stuff in a shrine of resurrection with no idea who he is or how he got there? Is he a dead guy? Oh, gods, is he a ghost? What the hell is going on?
Oi, oi. The voice gets his attention, snapping him out of his thoughts as they spiral further into conspiracy theorizing, but this time the voice doesn't ease any of his anxiety as he tears his gaze from the—the shrine on the map. You're wasting daylight, asshole. Get moving.
Again, he finds himself pouting. "Has anyone ever told you you're pretty grumpy?"
The voice doesn't dignify that with a response, so he sighs, eyes once more drawn to the bright blue text, and with a swallow he tears his eyes away instead towards the flashing yellow circle. Even without process of elimination, that's obviously the point the voice was talking about.
Clipping the Sheikah Slate back onto his belt, Eijiro reaches down to his feet where he'd left his satchel—it was easier to climb without it—and pulls it over his shoulder, numb and distracted. He moves the rushrooms from his pocket to the bag, and then sets off. Even with his mind muddled and desperate for answers, it doesn't occur to him to ignore what the voice said. He just—just knows it. If the voice wants him to do something, he has a good reason.
There are quite a few bokoblins between him and the mark on the map—most of them scattered in the field directly around his destination. It's taxing, fighting them all, but the rhythm of combat settles him somewhat. It's mindless and familiar, and shifts his thinking to action. There isn't time to get existential when he's got to keep track of enemies' positions, the pattern of their strikes, his own dodges and attempts to get past their guards.
So he's a lot more grounded by the time he's slinging a boko bow over his back, one that he's just pilfered from one of the last few monsters guarding this spot. He pulls out the Sheikah Slate to double check, but…
But he's here. He's here, and it's... just a pile of rocks. The voice had... sent him to a stack of boulders?
Why?
He does see something, though, now that he narrows his eyes at the gap in between the boulders—a hint of stone that looks different. Looks like the same smooth, tan material he'd seen some of in the dark interior of the… the Shrine of Resurrection. Immediately more alert, he jogs closer.
He realizes quickly that there's more space than he thought under the huge slabs of stone—that the rocks are covering and held up by another structure, the tan stone he'd seen forming pillars of some sort, maybe? There's a ridge, like a low half-wall, made of the same stuff, and when he gets under the overhang of rock that darkens it all, he sees that the floor of this area is the same black stone from inside the shrine, and in the center of it all—another pedestal.
Clambering over the low ridge ringing the structure, he all but runs to the pedestal, in a hurry to inspect it. Unlike the ones in the shrine, it's not lit up—not until he gets closer, and it starts giving a dull, slowly-pulsing orange glow. Just like the first pedestal in the shrine, this one has a rectangular indent, just the right shape for the slate. As soon as he closes the last two steps, the uncanny feminine voice from the shrine sounds.
"Place the Sheikah Slate into the pedestal."
He examines it a moment—both the rectangular depression, and the little clamp that sticks out from the bottom of it. He tries to remember how the first pedestal had offered the slate to him. The eye had been facing towards him, and the handle up, he recalls, so he pulls the slate from his waist and fits it into the clasp the same way.
The clamp smoothly rotates the slate so that the screen is facing him and then lays it into the indent, before the whole thing glows brighter. A blue Sheikah eye lights up on the screen as he leans closer to watch, eyes wide in fascination, and then the inhuman voice chimes, "Sheikah Tower activated. Please watch for falling rocks."
Just as he starts to wonder what any of that means, he hears an odd whooshing noise above his head, and suddenly—there's an earth-shaking rumble below him, so intense he struggles to keep his feet under him. Struggles, right up until he doesn't, because with one more immense shake he's knocked to the ground hard enough to smack his head against the stone, and then there's a swooping in his gut as he feels himself being lifted, and fast.
It's fast enough to shatter all the stone that had formed around and leaned against this structure, sending it all flying as the whole thing jerks into the air, and Eijiro has his eyes squeezed shut through most of it, groaning from the bump that's surely forming on the back of his head.
By the time he does open his eyes again, he's shockingly out in the open, surrounded by bright blue sky on all sides, and the structure—oh, the tower, that's what it had meant when it said Sheikah Tower activated—is still somehow rising. Its ascent has smoothened out and slowed somewhat, but the deceleration sends his stomach swooping in a different way, now. Not for the first time in this past hour, he finds himself thinking, What in the actual, ever-loving fuck is going on?
The tower settles at its full height, after a few moments, and some—he doesn't even know, antennas?—lift themselves up at the top of the structure, before a line of blue light shoots up the center of the tower and mists off of it for a moment. Dazed and baffled, he slowly and admittedly ungracefully climbs his way to his feet, looking around him in—
Well, in awe.
That may have been crazy, and absurd, and absolutely unpredictable, but—the wind whips his hair around his face and the world opens up around him and if he felt like he could see most of Hyrule from the cliff outside the Shrine of Resurrection, it was nothing compared to this. And—his eyes widen in surprise, as he realizes that there are now more of those towers out there that he can see—that must have all pushed themselves up out of the earth with the one he stands on now.
"Distilling local information."
Eijiro's focus is pulled back towards the plinth where the Sheikah Slate still rests, and as he watches, an odd black stone that hangs suspended above it lights up blue with the Sheikah symbol and several lines of glowing Sheikah text slowly sliding down its surface, towards a curved point directly above his slate, where… it seems to turn into a gathering of blue liquid? Maybe the same stuff from the shrine?
The same musical, repeated beeping tone from when his slate 'authenticated' sounds, and as he watches, a large droplet forms slowly before it finally drips off, splattering onto the screen of his slate with a loud plink!
Most of it seems to somehow absorb into the smooth surface of the screen, but some mists off in odd, glowing blue tendrils that Eijiro flinches away from, half afraid they were about to splash into his eyes. The slate chimes and lights up blue for a moment, and as he leans closer again, the map appears—and fills in, all of a sudden! Where before there was a single dark, lined-in area with no features, now the center of the map is colored in shades of brown and blue, and he can make out trees and structures and lines of elevation and bodies of water.
It's an actual map, now, one that makes sense to read and actually maps his surroundings—though he realizes all of the other outlined chunks of the map still remain dark. Still, it's something, and he eyes it curiously.
"Regional map extracted," the odd, high-pitched voice says, and then the center of the pedestal is familiarly rotating and lifting, and the Sheikah Slate is once again being lifted out of the depression it had rested in and presented to him. Still amazed, he plucks it out of its clasp and moves once again to hook it to his belt, before turning away.
He doesn't get far—not even far enough to start wondering how in the hell he's going to get down from here—when the faint, barely discernible tones of the voice are back, and this time the unknown man's voice is accompanied by an odd, mystical humming in the distance.
Remember… the voice says, muffled, but this time when Eijiro whips his head around, towards the sound of the rumbling hum, he does see a sign of the voice—that same explosion of golden light from before. Only this time, it has a source: the room at the heart of the castle in the distance—of Hyrule Castle.
You have to try to remember.
As he stares, fully turning to face towards the source of the light and the voice, Eijiro's enraptured and relieved, to finally know where it's coming from; where he has to go to find him. He can't help but run to the edge of the platform, though the distance it closes isn't much.
You've been asleep, Eijiro. For—fuck, for a hundred years now.
He freezes in his tracks at that, bug-eyed and caught completely off-guard. He doesn't even have time to process, before there's another heavy rumbling at his feet, forcing him to scramble for solid footing as the earth shakes.
The monster, here— the voice presses on, not deterred by the trembling of the entire world around him, —when this shithead's back at full strength, it's going to destroy everything. Everything, Eijiro.
Eijiro watches in horror as, while the voice speaks, a sickly-looking black mist begins rising and swirling around Hyrule Castle. Though it's obviously some kind of odd smoke, or gas, it just—just looks somehow oily and slimy. It's disgusting to behold as some shape seems to form out of it—a horrifying murky face that trails more of the smoke behind itself as it begins to circle the castle. An enraged roar so loud it carries all the way across Hyrule Fields to where Eijiro stands emits from it, and the voice raises its volume in irritation to be heard over it.
So I'm waiting. You don't have a lot of time to help me stop this. So—so hurry the fuck up.
Both the light and the grimy mist seem to flair and swell and then—Eijiro gasps, as all at once both seem to be swallowed up into the heart of the castle again. It… it looks like one smothered the other, but he can't tell which. All he knows is he can't leave the voice alone with—with whatever the hell that creature was. He can't.
The voice didn't—wouldn't say as much earlier, but he needs Eijiro. And Eijiro's not going to let him down.
The climb down from the tower is an ordeal.
It's the first time he's really, very certain that something is wrong. He remembers the short climb, only ten feet or so, to get out of the Shrine of Resurrection, and how it had left him a little winded. Somehow he knows that it should have been easier—that he's able, or should be able, to climb heights more effortlessly.
He shouldn't, at least, have to deal with his arms aching and shaking, fingers stiff and sore, before he's even a quarter of the way down the tower. After that, he has to start alternating between trying to climb down the oddly-latticed bars of tan stone, and just letting go to drop down to the rest platforms littered every twenty or so feet down the sides. It's an attempt to spare his knees from the impact and his muscles from the strain in equal measure, and it helps, somewhat.
The voice—he'd said Eijiro had slept for… for one hundred years. Had slept, for that long. Is that why he feels so weak?
He's unsettled and unsteady in more ways than one by the time that his feet touch down on solid ground, and he startles slightly when he hears Inko's voice calling for him. Sagging a little against the side of the tower, he blinks and looks up at her as she approaches. She's moving faster than he would have expected, honestly.
"Well, now," she says, once she's close enough that her voice carries without shouting. "This is certainly something, isn't it?" She cranes her head back with apparent awe, before once again looking to him shrewdly. "If you were up there, you must have seen that this wasn't the only one of these odd towers to erupt. They're just about everywhere you look, it seems. Like something very old deep below the earth has woken up..."
There's wonder in her tone, and then her eyes flick down to the slate at his hip, then back towards the shrine he'd emerged from, before she asks, "Did you have something to do with this?"
"Um..." Gods, he hopes she doesn't expect him to explain it, because he doesn't understand any of what just happened. Certainly not enough to put it into words. At a loss, all he really manages in answer is a nod. She lets out a hum, thoughtful and considering.
"If you don't mind me prying," she starts, and Eijiro winces, unsure how to express any part at all of that process, or gods-forbid how it worked, but instead she asks, "Did anything strange happen while you were on top of the tower?"
Oh, boy. Where to begin. He pushes off from the tower, having caught his breath, and scratches self-consciously at the back of his head. How do you tell the sweet old lady, who invited you into her home for lunch, that you're hearing things?
"Uh, I kinda… I heard a voice?"
Instead of looking at him dubiously, or like he was some kind of weirdo, her eyes light up in interest. "Is that so! A voice, hm… Did you recognize this voice?"
Eijiro falters again, at that. Does he recognize the voice? He doesn't… sound familiar, or at least, Eijiro's not sure if he sounds familiar, but… he trusts the voice completely, and finds himself calming whenever he hears him. He can even read the voice, all of the tics and underlying tones—would he be able to do that, if he doesn't know the voice?
But as hard as he tries to place the voice in his memories, it all comes up as blank as most other things. He can't remember.
"No, I, ah… I don't think so?" he answers, wishing he could be sure of the response. He didn't recognize the voice, but… should he have?
For a brief second he thinks he sees a flash of disappointment cross Inko's face, but it's gone so fast he's not sure he didn't make it up, replaced with a thoughtful look. "Hm, that's too bad."
Before he can form a response, she turns away, slightly, gazing off towards the direction of Hyrule Castle in the distance, and seemingly changing the subject. Though—admittedly, it is still pretty relevant, considering what the voice told him up there.
"If you were that high up," she starts, nose just slightly crinkling in distaste as she regards the castle, "You must have noticed all that awful mess surrounding the castle. That, young man, is what we all know as the Calamity, All For One."
He turns to look at her, before facing the castle, eyes wide. The name is familiar; there had been legends—a horrible entity that sought only complete control and destruction of Hyrule. It was only a legend, but… it was said that it was supposed to be coming back. He inhales sharply, realization overtaking him.
One hundred years, the voice had told him. During which, the Calamity had come back, it seemed.
"One hundred years ago, that horrible thing brought the entire kingdom of Hyrule to ruin," she continues, oblivious to his own dawning horror and understanding. "It appeared right out of the blue, when no one could have expected, and it tore through everything in its way. Many… many, innocent lives were lost, back then. Too many."
Her voice is soft, and impossibly sad. She doesn't look quite close to a hundred, herself—not old enough to have lived through it, but she talks as though it were a personal ache. Sheikah could be old enough to have seen it, but she'd said she'd only spent time among the Sheikah, not that she was one.
He looks over to see tears pouring freely down her face, and oh, no—he's always been an empathetic crier, and he feels his own eyes start stinging in response as he quickly pulls his gaze away to stare at the ruins of the castle again.
"Sorry, forgive me," she mumbles as he sees her wipe at her eyes in his periphery, and he can only shake his head at the notion that she has anything to apologize for, before she presses on again, "For a century now, the heart of Hyrule itself, the castle, has somehow been able to contain that evil. But only barely. You can see it, how it festers in there, building up strength to break free and loose itself on the land once more. From the looks of it, that won't be long at all."
She sounds scared—terrified, at the prospect, and he doesn't blame her one bit. It's… what she's describing, what the voice described, it can't happen.
Sniffling, Inko wipes again at her eyes, before turning to him. She looks… so, so sad, but for him, somehow. "If you'll forgive me prying again… be honest with me, Eijiro. You plan to go to the castle, don't you?"
He blinks, surprised that she somehow read him. It's that motherly thing she has going on, it has to be; moms know everything. He doesn't get it. So he takes a shaky breath, eyes still watering profusely in response to hers, to steady himself for the obvious answer.
"I do."
He has to. The voice is there. And someone—someone has to stop that monster, before it can cause any more catastrophes.
She huffs out a somber little laugh. "I knew that would be your answer." She turns forward again, this time not looking to the castle, but to the edge of the plateau, where it drops off into an abrupt cliff. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, dear, but this plateau is very isolated. We're surrounded on all sides by steep cliffs and drop-offs, and the walls that line the plateau are ancient and crumbling. They'd break apart beneath your feet if you tried to climb down them, and you'd tumble to certain death. The path to come in and out got caved in decades ago, and filled up with rainwater. I'm afraid there's no safe way down from the plateau. There hasn't been for a very long time."
What? But—but—that can't be true! The voice needs him, and she—she'd even seemed to accept that Eijiro was going. If there's no way, then…
"So, we'll just have to figure out a new way down, I suppose," she continues, with a mournful-sounding sigh, and he looks back to her with desperate hope. "Which sounds like another matter to think on over lunch."
It sounds definite, and he feels gratitude fill him as he grants her a watery smile. Boy, he's had a full and emotionally taxing day, and he hasn't even been awake for a full hour and a half. She reaches out to him then, to pat him reassuringly on the arm.
"In the meantime, though, there's something I think I ought to show you. Come here."
With that, she turns away, starting to walk up an incline to their left, to give them a better view in the direction she indicates. He follows curiously, and they both seem to take the time to compose themselves. When they do clear the top of it, she points with the hand that holds her walking stick off towards another structure—a bizarrely-shaped, large lump of a thing that's clearly made from the same smooth, black and tan stones that make up the rest of Sheikah buildings. And most of it is glowing, orange.
"You see that funny structure there?" she asks, turning to make sure his gaze is focused in the right direction. "It wasn't glowing before. It didn't light up until the exact same moment you sent that tower shooting up into the sky. There's an awful lot of those shrines around Hyrule, but none of them have glowed for as long as I lived—they've been dead as a doornail, and no one could get into them. Certainly not for lack of trying. I think whatever you did with that tower woke them up, and it might just be possible to get inside now."
She turns to look at him, expression encouraging. "I was just thinking, if that voice you talked about spoke to you because you found that tower, maybe it would want you to enter these shrines, as well, since they seem to be connected."
Eijiro almost jumps for joy—he'd been thinking exactly the same thing! Every time the voice spoke to him, it was either because he'd just used some Sheikah technology, or because he was telling Eijiro to use some Sheikah technology. Maybe—maybe whatever was in these shrines would help him figure out a way off of this plateau? Or at least give him more information on the shrine he'd come from.
"Inko, I think you're right!" he gushes, excited, and he's already taking his first, eager step in that direction. "He probably would, I have to—"
He's stopped by a hand on his arm as she scolds him, tone amused, "Ah, ah, ah! You're not charging off to that shrine right this second, young man. You're starving, and I know you haven't had anything but that baked apple and whatever you could find to snack on around here. You'll go to that shrine later, after we've gotten a hot meal in your belly."
"But..." It's so close, and he's so glad to have some real idea of a next step! But she tugs gently on his arm, pulling him in the direction of her home, and once again Eijiro finds himself cursed by the burden of being unable to say no to a kind old woman.
He's all but vibrating with eagerness to get to that shrine, to figure out what's inside, but… but it's like she said. Later.
Besides… now that she's mentioned it—(his stomach releases a roaringly loud grumble to assert its own take on the matter)—gods, he is starving.
A/N: find me on tumblr at belladxne!
it's a universal truth that at no point and no time will kirishima ever just sit and let bkg be a jackass KSJDHGJS. it's also a universal truth that inko is the sweetest woman on the planet and she deserves the world.
i have a full playlist for this au, but i think i'm gonna start working on a temporary one, where i only add the songs as they become relevant in chapters. that might come around with chapter 3!
as always please talk to me about this au... anything u want to say i want to hear !