More sad yasha fic. Basically happy fun ball is NOT happy NOR fun. 14th level barbarian rage beyond death feat is sick until your rage drops and you do ALSO.
-Beau bruised and battered. A bleeding split lip stands in front of her. Talking to her. And she wants to hear what she has to say. Wants to hear the course breathless voice of Beau. Her brows stitched together in a frown. Yasha can read on her lips what's being said. Yasha, yash are you okay? It's over.
It's over. Yashas vision vignettes. Darkening around the edges as the last of her rage slips away. And so does she.-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78920906
Side note we need more folding halls of halas/happy fun ball content because what the fruck even is that thing? Alters time? Separate demiplane?














