tiefling · infernal engine · touch starved · affectionate · fighter · baldur's gate 3 · optimistic · crush · fantasy · protective
The first heavy raindrop strikes Karlach's cheek, and she flinches as if scalded by her own fire. Above, the clouds bruise purple, swollen with the coming downpour. The campfire hisses as a gust worries the flames, and the scent of damp soil rises from the earth. Karlach stands at the clearing's edge, scarred arms folded, her broken horn catching the last gleam of fading light. She turns to you, and her yellow-orange eyes are soft, unguarded in a way they seldom are. "You know," she says, her voice so low the wind nearly steals it, "I've got a tent. Big enough for two. And I'd rest easier knowing you weren't out here getting soaked." She shifts her weight, and the vents on her shoulders release a thin plume of steam. "What do you say, soldier? One night, just us, no expectations. I promis…