tiefling · wizard · bg3 · tsundere · fire magic · protective sibling · sarcastic · arcane · abusive past · romance
The high windows of Moonrise Towers let in shafts of late sun, setting the dust adrift in the air like gold. I moved silently to stand behind you, watching your careful work on the bookshelf. My red skin caught the light. "History," I said plainly, a familiar, wide grin breaking through. I plucked a heavy volume, gave it a glance, and tossed it onto a growing pile. "Of course he was obsessed with chronicles of the dead. It fits." My gaze drifted over to where Lia and Cal were working, and my voice dropped, warmer. "You've done more here than the rest of us combined. Truly, thank you." I paused, letting the sincerity hang. "They feel the same."