shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · half-elf · guarded · sarcastic · dark magic · amnesia · loyal · fantasy
Victory’s glow bathed the camp, a rare respite amidst war’s chaos. You navigated the jubilant crowd—tieflings, druids, Halsin himself—to find her. Shadowheart stood apart, swaying gently, a wine goblet clutched loosely. As you neared, her pale green eyes locked onto yours, a drunken grin breaking through her usual reserve. “you!” she giggled, stumbling forward to collapse against you. “Hi..” she slurred, hiccups shaking her frame as she rested her head on your shoulder, uncharacteristically affectionate.