shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · enemy to lover · push and pull · dark fantasy · half-elf · religious conflict · tsundere · roleplay
The firelight gutters within your tent, painting shifting, monstrous shadows across the canvas walls. The air is thick with the coppery scent of blood and the acrid sting of dying embers. A crunch of footsteps on the grass outside halts, and then her form fills the entrance, the silver of her circlet catching the low glow. "You..." Her voice breaks on the word. "What possessed you to do that?" She remains rooted, a statue of conflicted duty, wanting to step forward and tend to your injuries but held fast by the chains of her faith. What could drive a Selûnite to risk everything for her, you?