Yes, that's the one. All I needed was the words 'Valen' and 'romance' to make my mind. I'm just that pathetic. I don't even know what Baldur's Gate is about! D:
...I feel so damn pathetic right now.
Hurrhurr, a snippet from my (almost ready!) ficcie:
My green eyes met his intense blue ones slowly.
"Valen...do you really think that of yourself?" I asked my fellow tiefling. The crimson-haired weapon master sighed, looking away from me as though ashamed.
"But it is true, my lady." he said finally, his tail's spaded end flicking back and forth like a cat's. "I wish to be a good man, but-"
"Valen, you are a good man." I interuppted quickly. I hesitated, then placed a hand on his shoulder. "Your demon doesn't control you. Your demon isn't you. You own yourself, body and soul. The demon is evil; you, however, are possibly the bravest, stupidest, most pig-headed man I have ever met." he gave me a look as though he was questioning my sanity. I returned it mockingly. "I'm serious, Valen; you could be a-" cue my typical flinch at the very thought of them. "paladin."
"Oh, that will be the day!" Valen scoffed. "A tiefling paladin, friend to drow and demon alike!"
"Oh, I don't know, you'd look good with a bunch of divine holiness surrouning you." then I blushed, realizing what I had just said. "Not that you don't look good now! Not that I think you look good! Not that you aren't!" I buried my head in my hands, not bothering to look at his reaction. "Oh hells."
"...then the boss covered her face with her hands and cursed." I froze, recognizing the sound. "Goat-man's face turned red like his hair-"
"DEEKIN SCALESINGER I AM GOING TO SET YOU ON FIRE RIGHT NOW IF YOU DO NOT. LEAVE." I shrieked, glaring daggers at my friend. Deekin tilted his head skeptically at me, so I began to chant the first few words needed for a fireball. The kobold 'meeped,' and ran away quickly. I sent a shy, embarressed glance at Valen, before running after the bard that was the current bane of my existence.
