The Fire of the Heart

A pure and wholesome look at the potential relationship between Dammon and Karlach. Their dynamic to me is very gentle, sweet, and yet bittersweet too. They've both been shaped by the horrors in Avernus, survived through the literal hells, and trying to find a home with the world changing around them.Dammon's home is gone, lost to the blood war. Karlach's home is a place she can no longer stay alive, even if she longs to.~~~“Here, take this. It’s a good luck charm.”“Dammon, it’s-”  she started, with a wide smile that quickly changed to confusion, “it’s a nail? And a bent one, too. Is…is that what it is? I don’t really know about smithing, I’m better at hitting people than anvils.”“That’s the first nail I ever tried to make.” He smiled, a far off look in his eyes. “When I was an apprentice in Elturel, it took me hours and hours to get it right. Then the moment I tried to put up my own nameplate above the door? I sneezed and hit it at the wrong angle, bent it completely.” He pulled the glove from his left hand and pointed at a small scar on his thumb. “Got myself pretty good, too.”