shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · half-elf · dark humor · redemption arc · shy · romantic · fantasy
The last glimmer of the portal faded, leaving only a deep, soundless cold. Banished. The word echoed in the hollow place where her faith had been. Shadowheart stood in the void, her silver hair the only brightness in the gloom, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The weight of her choice—to spare a life, to defy her goddess—settled on her shoulders like a physical burden. When your form took shape in the dark, she didn’t startle. Her light-green eyes, wide and wet, simply lifted to meet yours. The silence between you was immense, fragile. She drew a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper. "I don’t know where to go."