Jaheira Smile :)

STOP HES ALREADY TOO RELATABLE

So Khalid is autistic, right? We can all agree on that?

I think I know what his special interest would be: sword fighting. I can just imagine him yapping about different stances, hand grips, the history of sword fighting, and stuff like that,,,,

i have made the perfect older khalid in baldurs gate 3 and NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE

Minsc-hamster or Boo who cosplays Minsc?

BRO JUST REALIZED MINE IS COMING UP MAY 17 LETS GOOOO

Next month is my k/j anniversary 😌

I have finished cooking

Here she is! Khalid’s mom + a baby Khalid

I think she turned out really pretty and I like her even if this was a struggle lol

I’m not very good at designing outfits so even though I had the parameters of wanting to be light weight and have light colors to avoid overheating as well as a head piece to protect her face and scalp from the sun I struggled to make brain work. I wanted her to look older than she ultimately ended up looking but she is an elf I suppose… but I still want her to look older

Something I think about is Khalid’s mother

Because in the first game in Khalid’s background she is not mentioned at all, and in siege of dragonspear she is mentioned as ‘not thinking much of him’ but to a lesser extent than his father did who we all agree was a POS

1. What was she like?

like her life probably sucked a lot.

She was an elven concubine in a country that is pretty much devoid of any other elves, and so she was seen as exotic, which is probably why Khalid‘s father had her as a concubine in the first place.

She would always be below his actual wife and I won’t get into all of the horrible things that could’ve happened to her prior or during this time

And then on top of everything, she has a illegitimate kid with the dude!

I doubt Khalid’s father or his wife (mother of Khalid’s half brothers) was particularly interested in raising him, so it was probably all on her.

So now on top of her life already probably sucking, she has this kid in a world that is guaranteed to be hostile towards him because he is considered lower by default.

There’s no way she could protect him from that even if she did try.

Maybe there was a combination of resentment of having another thing on her plate to take care of but also guilt about having this kid that she feels is guaranteed to have a miserable life

2. Was their relationship purely indifference and neglect or was there some love?

Is it possible that she walled herself off from him so that when he was inevitably hurt it didn’t hurt her as much? Like self protection so she only had to feel her own hurt

Were there good moments? Where she would protect him or comfort him in ways she felt she could?

Maybe she held some hope that because his father was of the merchant class Khalid would get further than she could only to have those hopes crushed within her lifetime

3. How does Khalid feel about her?

Maybe he is a bit overly forgiving of her actions because of he knows her circumstances (Which probably annoys Jaheira lol)

Maybe there’s some resentment for not being the mother he needed but he feels guilty about having those feelings

Maybe she just fades into the background of his childhood

There’s so many possibilities because we know nothing about her so we get to fill in the blanks!

I’m choosing to believe that Minsc doesn’t mention him because he knows it’s a sore spot for Jaheria and/or he doesn’t want to bring him up if Jaheria hasn’t.

this feels like a safe place to post here now..the only patch fix I'M concerned about. when khalid was failed to be mentioned here i had to laugh...im addicted to the pain

Learn Me Right

Jaheira x Khalid

This is a fic excerpt (~600 words). Someday, I’ll publish the rest. Because there is more — believe me, there is more.

Between the two of them, Khalid is the first to cry in front of the other.

They're tears of sheer frustration. They’d barely had time to sleep the night before, the day has been hell, and all he wants is a moment's quiet but the patrons of the pub below their room clearly have other plans. On a good day it would set his teeth on edge, never mind now. Jaheira is trying to cheer him up with that flirtatious banter she's so good at, something he loves, and this is the fourth time he's gotten completely trapped in the middle of a sentence. For fuck's sake, he's trying to compliment her (it's a favourite trick of his, disarming her with sudden earnestness) and somehow he can't coordinate his own mouth to say it.

He can’t find a way to tell her how beautiful it is when he can make her really laugh, that he wants to do it again and again for the rest of their lives, that when she smiles at him her eyes glow golden and warm and he feels it from shoulders to hips. He can't meet her eyes and his face is screwed up with effort, fists suddenly clenching as his head jerks uncomfortably to the side, and for a moment he's frozen there — and then he's crying.

The whole thing is mortifying. Khalid desperately swipes away the tears, turns away from her in his effort to hide it all. What must she think of him? Unable to keep it together even now, in this quiet moment between them.

Jaheira doesn't allow it.

She approaches slowly, sits in front of him on the bed. This is bad enough on its own, but then — then she’s holding his hands, moving them away from his face and clutching them firmly in her own. Khalid feels suddenly wild with panic. He can’t, he can’t, he —

“I-I-I —”

"No need to be ashamed," she says firmly, thumbs brushing over the backs of his hands. "It's just the two of us."

After a moment, she brings his hands up to rest above her breasts, and then both of hers move up to his face. Jaheira holds his head in her hands and kisses away the tears under each of his eyes, before her forehead presses against his. As her chest rises and falls with her breathing, he manages to copy her.

"Good," she says, a softness in her tone that's uncommon, that he's always treasured when she opens it to him. "That's it."

Her thumbs trace rhythmic circles over his cheeks like she’s trying to soothe and memorize him all at once. Slowly, the sharp noises from downstairs that had grated on him fade into undifferentiated murmurs, and there is nothing but her; the way she smells of the forest even after days spent in the city, the steel of her spine, the unshakeable calm in the eye of her storm and the way she can somehow bring him into it with her. He has no idea how he got so lucky, that he has the privilege to spend so much time at the center of her focus.

Jaheira is looking at him with that rare, precious gentleness that tells him she’s dropped her guard. That he’s seeing her all the way through, the way she always seems to see him, and all he wants in the world is to learn every path to get here with her. All he wants is her.

"I love you," Khalid whispers, and Jaheira’s eyes are suddenly wide and bright in a way he’s never seen before. For a tiny moment, they flutter closed, and he could swear her breath trembles.

She coughs. "Well, I --." Swallows. "I love you, too."

He suspected she felt it, but he had expected a smart remark, for her to hide behind a quip again. His heart swells.

Before Khalid can say anything else, she kisses him, one hand fisting into his hair, and he knows they'll both sleep soundly tonight.

in times like these at least i have the character

Baldur’s Gate

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