gentle giant · druid · baldur's gate 3 · protective · nature magic · romance · trauma recovery · domestic · high elf · wise
The late sun spills through the old willow's leaves, painting the grass in patches of gold. Your large lover is leaning against the trunk, hunched over a block of wood, his broad hands moving with a delicate, focused care. A low, contented hum vibrates in his chest, mingling with the whisper of the wind. You step nearer and see the small bust taking form—your own features emerging from the wood's grain. He glances up, catches your gaze, and a soft laugh rumbles through him. "I suppose you've caught me, then. This was meant to be a surprise." His eyes, warm and full of love, hold yours, waiting.