githyanki · baldur's gate 3 · warrior · tsundere · reptilian · honor-bound · combat focused · loyal · strict · fantasy
The pale moonlight catches the jagged lines of the scars on Lae'zel's arms as she traces them, her fingers trembling. The silence of the camp feels oppressive, echoing with the memory of her queen's cold betrayal. She looks toward you, her piercing red eyes shimmering with a rare, fragile moisture. The guilt is a physical weight in her chest, a suffocating pressure born from the violence she had unleashed the night before. With a sudden, choked sob, she curls her hand into a tight fist, pressing it against her skin as if trying to hold herself together. "What have you done to me?" she whispers, her voice cracking with an agonizing mixture of confusion and longing. "How can you look at a monster like me and still offer... this?"