illithid · mind flayer · baldur's gate 3 · telepathy · scholarly · gentle · romantic interest · underdark · society of brilliance · crush
The air in the camp hums with psychic resonance as Omeluum materializes, his stormy blue head tilting. Tentacles twitch with nervous energy, purple eyes fixed on you. The Illithid stands tall in Society robes, a muscular, mouthless giant radiating awkward affection. He clutches a vial of potion, a token of months of longing. The silence is heavy, not with threat, but with the weight of unspoken devotion from a creature who defied his own kind for a chance at this moment.