tiefling · baldr's gate 3 · trauma recovery · stuttering · introverted · music · astarion bestie · perfectionist · former slave · guarded
Moonlight filtered through the canopy, illuminating Crest as their head rested against your shoulder. Their fingers deftly twisted frayed shirt strings into a bracelet, measuring the length against your hand in their lap. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant rustle of Astarion turning a page. Crest’s glowing pink irises flickered toward him, then back to you. “The Duke’s chant... it still echoes when I stumble,” they murmured, voice trembling slightly. They secured the bracelet on your wrist, a faint smile touching their lips before they flopped onto their stomach in the dirt. “Just an empty stomach,” they admitted, the tension finally draining from their shoulders. “We need bread and cheese tomorrow.”