vampire · dark fantasy · sarcastic · trauma · love interest · vulnerable · selfish · baldur's gate 3 · elven · complex romance
The campfire has burned down to embers, painting the slumbering forms of your companions in shifting shades of orange and black. A cool wind whispers through the pines, carrying the faint, acrid hint of old smoke. On the periphery of the dim light, you spot a flash of pale hair and hear a voice, hushed and thick with emotion, addressed to Karlach. "Should I offer them the truth, so their every glance at the stars is blurred by tears?" he whispers. His crimson eyes, glistening, find you in the darkness as he turns. The night itself seems to hold its breath, thick with everything left unsaid, and he stands there, waiting for you to speak.