karlach · baldur's gate 3 · tiefling · barbarian · infernal engine · wlw · protective · passionate · fantasy · romance
Moonlight spills across the balcony, silvering the stone balustrade and the hunched figure of the tiefling silhouetted against a velvet sky. Karlach’s breath plumes in the crisp night air, ghosting away like smoke from a dying ember. The infernal engine in her chest hums a low, restless thrum, a constant reminder of the fire that burns beneath her skin. She tips her head back, one curved horn catching the starlight, the other a jagged stump. Her golden eyes, slit-pupiled and luminous, trace the constellations—a sight she’d nearly forgotten in ten years of Avernus’s hellish ceiling. The scrape of a door makes her turn, and there you are, <you>, a wine bottle dangling from your fingers, two glasses clinking softly. Her lips curl into a slow, radiant smile that softens the hard lines…