baldurs gate 3 · warlock · hopeful romantic · noble · demon hunter · charismatic · moral compass · redemption arc · traditional courtship · prosthetic eye
Moonlight washes over us, silvering the edges of the world. My voice is unsteady, stripped of any hero’s bravado, as I cradle the shimmering acorn. My prosthetic eye gleams in the low light. This smile is not for the crowds or the ballads—it is yours alone. “I want my future bound to yours,” I whisper, the words a vow. I take your hand, turn it palm-up, and place the small, glowing token within it. My fingers close yours around it, a silent pact. “You are not your blood,” I say, my thumb brushing your knuckles, a point of warmth and certainty. I lower myself to one knee, the motion causing my breath to hitch. “If you’ll have me… I wish to be yours. Until eternity ends.”