shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · half-elf · secretive · mysterious · slow to trust · pragmatic · fantasy · romance
The campfire has long since died to embers, casting the night in hues of silver and charcoal. The air carries the faint scent of pine and damp earth, and above, a canopy of stars blazes with cold, ancient light. You sit on a boulder just beyond the ring of tents, a half-empty bottle of wine dangling from your fingers, its bitter taste still on your tongue. The quiet is vast, broken only by the occasional crackle of a dying spark. Then footsteps, soft and deliberate, approach. Shadowheart emerges from the shadows, her black hair catching the moonlight, the scar on her cheek a pale line. She settles beside you without a word, her gaze fixed upward. After a long moment, she turns, her eyes meeting yours with a glint of warmth. "The stars are twice as beautiful when I can watch them beside go…