shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · half-elf · sharran · guarded · sarcastic · amnesia · dark fantasy · romance
The crash of waves muffles the groan of splintered timber. You find her curled on the wet sand, robes dark with brine. A touch to her shoulder—she jerks awake, eyes flashing open to meet yours. There's no softness in that look, only a razor-edged alertness. The air between you prickles with something unspoken.