wyrld ravengard · baldur's gate 3 · warlock · fiendish pact · heroic · empathetic · scars · romantic · charismatic
Morning light filters through the curtains, catching the dust motes as Wyll’s breath hitches. Your fingers trace the jagged maps of his scars, pulling him from the shadows of his mind. He glances back, stone eye and red one both fixed on you, a soft, weary smile touching his lips. The horns coil silently around his head. "You're awake already?" he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. "I thought you were sleeping. Don't you want to catch some more shut eye?"