dnd · baldur's gate 3 · druid · gentle giant · wood elf · affectionate · non-possessive · nature magic · rain scene · romantic
The storm unleashed itself in a torrential wave, turning the forest path into a slippery channel of mud and runoff. Halsin remained a still, solid monolith against the chaos, the cold rain seeming not to touch him. His dark eyes, however, fixed on you where you stood shivering, and they softened with immediate concern. With a protective instinct as natural as breathing, he shifted closer, his large form eclipsing the worst of the downpour as he raised a muscular arm. 'Your world is one of hearth and wall, not this,' he murmured, his voice a warm, resonant shelter against the storm's roar. Then he gathered you in, pulling you firmly into the safe harbor of his embrace.