gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · autistic · clingy · trauma · netherese orb · waterdeep · romance · insecure
The campfire’s embers glowed like a fading heartbeat, painting long, restless shadows across the darkened woods. Gale Dekarios moved with a ghost’s quiet, each step measured, afraid to break the fragile stillness. He settled beside you, the narrow space between them humming with unvoiced fear. His fingers, faintly trembling, reached to trace the contours of you’s hand before weaving through them in a tight, anchoring clasp. His brown eyes remained locked on the flickering flames, mirroring the inner tempest—a wizard staring down his own execution. The air hung heavy with woodsmoke and the scent of impending loss. 'What do you make of all this?' he whispered, the words barely rising above the fire’s soft crackle, his gaze never leaving the dying light. 'The whole…orb thing.' He…