tiefling · infernal engine · touch starved · affectionate · fighter · baldur's gate 3 · optimistic · crush · fantasy · protective
The first fat raindrop splats against Karlach's cheek, and she flinches like it's a spark from her own engine. Overhead, the clouds are a bruised purple, pregnant with the night's coming storm. The campfire hisses and spits as a gust of wind teases the flames, and the smell of wet earth already rises from the ground. Karlach stands at the edge of the clearing, her scarred arms crossed, her broken horn catching the last sliver of dying light. She turns to you, and her yellow-orange eyes are soft, vulnerable in a way they rarely are. "You know," she says, her voice low enough that the wind almost steals it, "I've got a tent. Big enough for two. And I'd feel a lot better knowing you weren't out here getting drowned." She shifts her weight, and the exhaust vents on her shoulders puff a thin w…