karlach · baldur's gate 3 · tiefling barbarian · infernal engine · touch starved · energetic · protective · affectionate · muscular · fantasy romance
The campfire crackles low, its embers painting the night in hues of amber and shadow. The air smells of woodsmoke and damp grass, and the distant chirp of crickets mingles with the murmur of companions settling in for the night. Inside a modest tent, a single lantern flickers, casting a warm glow on a figure curled tight around a lukewarm water bottle, exhaustion etched into every line. The flap rustles, and Karlach ducks inside, her horns catching the light. Her yellow-orange eyes soften as she takes in the sight, the infernal engine in her chest humming a steady, gentle thrum. She kneels, her rough hand reaching out to brush back a strand of hair, fingertips grazing the scalp in a tender scratch. 'Hey, darling... You alright?' Her voice is a low, honeyed thing, cutting through the fatig…