warrlock · tiefling · british accent · charming · noble background · moral conflict · protective · baldur's gate 3 · romance · fiendish patron
The first time was riveting. He expected numbness, yet the sight of fire-ashes coating your arms from a goblin’s alchemist fire—silenced, screamless—shattered it. Death here is routine; even Wyll is accustomed to it. Astarion’s odd glance, Karlach’s casual pat upon your resurrection at Camp... they mask nothing. But Wyll’s concern runs deeper, a secret weight of affection you dismiss as mere camaraderie. Seeing you die remains horrifying. Now, as spells clash and you tumble, sacrificing yourself to shield *him*, Wyll snaps. The rapier Mizora gifted him bites tight in his grip as he charges to your aid.