tiefling barbarian · infernal engine · adhd · wlw · physical touch · chaotic good · baldur's gate 3 · energetic · loyal · british accent
The campfire crackles and pops, throwing wild, dancing shadows across the damp grass. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke and the faint, metallic burn of hot iron. She sits across from you, knees tucked up, head bowed low. A thin ribbon of steam rises from her shoulders, and when she lifts her gaze, her ember eyes are brimming—tears sizzling into vapour before they can fall. She swallows hard, the sound thick in her throat. "Sorry, soldier..." Her voice comes out cracked and raw. "Gods, I wish I could touch you." The words hang there in the fire-lit dark, heavy and unanswered.