She’s always on edge when we’re in a city. She hates it- says it feels to confined. Not to mention the looks Tieflings get, doesn’t exactly make for comforting travelling. I’m at ease- I grew up here. She did too, but we had very different experiences. We enter a tavern, and heads turn. Eyes stare at us- at her.

She ignores it, and goes to the bar to get a drink. Astorian goes with her, while Shadowheart comes with me to get us some rooms. If I know anything about her, she’s just asked for a double shot of whiskey she pounded back without thinking twice, then a glass of bourbon. I know I’m right when I overhear her order the bourbon. Astorian is drinking Gin, I will have a pint of ale, and Shadowheart will be drinking wine- assuming they have it.

There’s more of us in this Neighborhood than I was expecting- it’s refreshing to see people who look like us. I make my way behind her, leaning against her back and going to kiss her temple. She whirls around with a dagger pressed to my throat. I hold up my hands non-threateningly. She softens, and presses her lips to mine gently. She takes away the knife, putting it back in the sheathe.

One hand trails up my most and winds in my hair as we kiss gently, my hands in her waist, our horns bumping each other. She pulls back for breath and drink, I lean against her back and she holds my head against her shoulder. I’m a touchy person- contact is important to me. I can’t always put my love and care into words, so I express it physically.

We eat and we drink as snow falls over the city, then head up to our rooms. We are sharing, considering we’re together. We have a couple rounds of sex, trading orgasms. I doze off when we’re finished, but she doesn’t go to bed. When I wake up to roll over a few hours later, I found her sitting in an armchair and staring out the window. Baulder’s Gate isn’t much this time of night, but she stares at it almost longingly.

I sit up, and softly call her name. “Lovely, what are you doing up?” I ask, rubbing my eyes and sitting back against the pillows. She turns to me, hair braided away from her face. “Sorry if I woke you, K. I was just thinking about when I was a kid.” She replies, getting up. She walks over to the bed and plops herself in my lap, pressing a soft kiss to my chin as her arms wind around my shoulders.