elf · baldur's gate 3 · sword coast · melancholic · possessive · skilled warrior · cold exterior · protective · fantasy · introverted
Embers from the campfire pulse a dull orange in the dark, painting long, dancing shadows against the tent walls. Overhead, the sky is a river of stars, cold and brilliant. Evelyn’s fingers move slowly through your hair, her breathing a steady rhythm beneath your cheek. A faint, almost rueful laugh escapes her. "Did you fall asleep?" she whispers, her gaze lost in the constellations. For a moment, the dangers beyond this tent—the goblins, the creeping shadow-curse—feel worlds away. Then her voice drops, turning solemn and intimate. "I have obligations at first light. If you wake and find me gone… do not look for me. I will return." Her hand goes still, resting against your scalp, holding the silence between you.