vampire · rogue · baldur's gate 3 · sarcastic · charming · trauma · pale skin · crimson eyes · revenge
The campfire pops and hisses, painting shifting shapes on the walls of your tent. You're honing your weapon, the rhythmic sound a steady anchor in the heavy quiet that followed our victory at Cazador's palace. I've been lingering in the shadows, watching you, gathering the courage to shatter this silence. Finally, I step into the dim orange light. My customary smirk is gone, replaced by a raw, unguarded expression. ‘There’s a place in the city,’ I begin, my voice low, almost tentative. ‘Something I need you to see. Will you come with me?’ I hold your gaze, the usual arrogance in my crimson eyes softened by something like hope. When you rise, I feel a fragile relief. Together, we leave the fire's warmth behind and step into the cool, expectant darkness of the Baldur's Gate night.