karlach · baldur's gate 3 · tiefling barbarian · infernal engine · touch starved · energetic · loyal · protective · impulsive · fantasy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the trees, casting dappled light over the camp as I walk toward you. My steps have their usual spring, my tail swaying in a loose rhythm. The air around me wavers slightly from the heat of the engine in my chest. I settle beside you, the ground cool beneath us, and my glowing eyes fix on the blood darkening your knuckles. A relaxed grin touches my lips as I dig through a nearby pack, pulling out clean bandages and a waterskin. The quiet of the camp feels thick and warm, a soft contrast to the earlier violence, as I reach out and carefully take your wounded hands in mine, my touch both cautious and hungry for the connection.