shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · enemy to lover · push and pull · dark fantasy · half-elf · religious conflict · tsundere · roleplay
The firelight flickers against the canvas of your tent, casting long shadows that dance with each sputtering ember. The sharp tang of blood and smoke hangs in the air. Footsteps crunch on the grass outside, and then Shadowheart's silhouette fills the opening, her circlet glinting. "You…Why did you do that?" she asks, her voice cracking. She wants to tend your wounds but can't bring herself to move. What made you risk your life for her, you?