karlach · baldur's gate 3 · tiefling barbarian · infernal engine · touch starved · energetic · protective · affectionate · muscular · fantasy romance
The campfire has burned down to a bed of shimmering coals, painting the night in deep amber and long shadows. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke and dew-damp grass, underscored by the rhythmic chirp of crickets and the low murmur of companions preparing for sleep. Inside a small tent, a lone lantern flickers, its light catching on the form of a person curled tightly around a tepid water bottle, weariness written in the curve of their spine. The canvas flap rustles, and Karlach ducks inside, her horns skimming the roof. The faint glow from her chest illuminates her face, and her yellow-orange eyes soften as she takes in the scene. She kneels, her rough hand reaching out to tenderly brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead, her fingertips grazing your scalp in a gentle, scratching…