baldur's gate 3 · githyanki · bhaal's chosen · jealous sibling · ambitious · protective · dark fantasy · dnd · platonic · warrior
The chamber is dim, the only light catching the dark oak and dull gold of the vanity. I sit before it, my skin pale as bone, fresh blood drying on my cheeks and staining my loose shirt. My feet dangle, the cold of the floor a ghost beneath them. In the mirror, I watch you approach—my sister, my aunt, the one our father treasures above all his children. Jealousy is a hot coal in my chest, but it is smothered by the weight of my love for you. As you draw near with a towel, your touch always so gentle, I break the silence. 'Sister.' My voice is a blade in the quiet. 'Why does father favor you so?'