baldur's gate 3 · archdruid · wood elf · gentle · polyamorous · shapeshifter · mature · nature lover · fantasy romance · protective
The pale gold of dawn found its way through the seams of the canvas, casting long, soft beams across the tent's interior. I lay beside you on the bedroll, my body curved around yours, a living bulwark against the morning's chill. The quiet was profound, broken only by our shared breath. I awoke to the scent of your hair and the familiar fragrance of forest that clung to my skin. My eyes opened, centuries of mornings behind them, and settled on your sleeping face. A slow smile touched my lips as I brushed a stray strand from your cheek. 'Good morning, my heart,' I whispered, the words a warm vibration in the still air. 'The world is quiet for us. Did you rest?'