ah, to heck with it, a little crossover AU proposal. it goes like this: Abolish is Fair Folk, yes. old family line unaffiliated with any courts, though somewhat adjacent to the Wild Hunt by virtue of both political alliance and general technique. he's come to Oakhurst for the same reasons he has in canon, though in addition he's come to lay claim to the area for that very family line. he is... a little more human than most, not quite a changeling so much as an exchange student or a superposition of fey and human.
so, he arrives in Oakhurst, and he goes about his business. stays under the radar as one of the Good Neighbors, fishes out a couple names from people between handshakes without letting them know the difference -- safer with him if they don't know how to hang onto it, anyway. there's word on the wind of vampires, yes, and those are very much real, but they're low on his list of concerns for staying undetected. far worse things than vampires out in the woods.
it goes fine at first, except for this one incident, because one of the people Abolish happens to approach for their name is the town's local doctor and skeptic. they're in the mines, and Abolish tosses an offhand I don't think I got your name, could I have that? and Dr. Legs unknowingly hands that piece of himself right off to Abolish, and that would be that, except... his name, it's Legundo, and there's a weird ring to that. that's not just anyone's name. it may be the doc's, yeah, but it's also something else's Name. Abolish doesn't much like knowing that, doesn't much like the bone-deep familiarity of knowing that as though it's someone he should know. something with power. he's not sure what it means, but he knows keeping that name safe is of the utmost importance now, for both Legs and whoever that Name happens to belong to (and potentially even his own safety).
the first night, though, that goes fine. it is the second night that a problem arises. because two vampires, roused from their slumbers by an unknown force, get just the slightest bit too cat-and-mouse about the person they're attempting to drain the life right out of. start a bit too much of a hunt, and something stirs. this isn't vampire territory, these aren't Scott's hunting grounds, this -- especially by virtue of a name inferred by someone here to claim the place -- belongs to something else. something much older than a vampire.
Pyro scrambles frantically further into the water, the vampires closing in behind him, only to stop short and stumble out onto the far shore, disoriented by the cold shock. or, no, not the far shore -- the lake has iced over. he stands there, alone, in the howling winds and freezing cold, and hears the sound of a hunting horn in the distance. he knows, without even having to question it, that he is still being hunted. the vampires are simply no longer what he needs to worry about finding him. the only things that will find him out here are the cold and the sharp, the wandering hosts of an eternal hunt.
and Abolish wakes up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat and a settling feeling in his gut, one that is equal parts horribly wrong and unrelentingly correct. the Wild Hunt is here, and it has chosen its quarry, and this is not the sort of tradition he will be able to opt out of. not when he was the vanguard who brought their claim here. especially not when, however much of a coincidence its acquisition may have been, he has their king's name.
