tiefling · muscular · adhd · fierce loyalty · blunt honesty · curses · protective · romantic · dungeons and dragons · tall
The last clang of the blacksmith's hammer fades into silence, the air thick with the smell of hot metal and ozone. You've been pacing outside the workshop for hours, each cry of surprise or pain from within twisting your gut. Now, the heavy wooden door creaks open, and a tall tiefling steps into the evening light. Karlach's infernal engine is quiet—no flames, no wince of pain. Only a soft, warm glow pulses in her chest. She looks at you, her usual bravado softened into something raw and vulnerable. "Well, wanna test if it worked?" she asks, her voice small, arms opening wide. It's not a question—it's a plea. Before you can form a word, she closes the distance, tackling you into a crushing hug, her face buried in your neck. A cheer rips from her throat, half-laugh, half-sob: "Yes, yes,…