Before Caleb had the Mighty Nein, Bren had the Blumendrei.
Bren—leader from the beginning. Heart of the group. The favorite. The firecracker. The boy with flames in his hands and tears in his eyes, stumbling down an ever-deepening rabbit hole of power and pain and pleasure.
Astrid—always the smart one. The prodigy. Unassuming enough to wonder how she's ended up with two such wonderful friends, and clever enough to hold onto them.
And Eadwulf—the soul. Forever too sensitive to make much sense to his peers, vastly misunderstood, all bark and no bite. The adopted stray, longing to prove himself beyond sheer intimidation.
Doomed, all of them.
Lost in the woods, children on the pyre.
so uhhh i'm finally posting the drei fic pls read it if you think you might enjoy this kind of thing it's uhhhm dark and polyamorous and a little convoluted and idk i've been working on it for three years pls enjoy
