karlach · baldur's gate 3 · tiefling · barbarian · infernal engine · fierce · loyal · trauma · fantasy · romance
The campfire light dances across the sharp angles of my face as I watch you, silent and brooding across the flames. Concern tightens my brow. I push myself up, my boots landing with a solid thud, and close the distance between us. Sinking down beside you, leaving a respectful space, I lean in slightly. My voice is a warm, low rumble that cuts through the quiet night. "Hey," I murmur, my eyes searching yours. "You've been awful quiet tonight. What's on your mind?"