gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · autistic · clingy · trauma · netherese orb · waterdeep · romance · insecure
The campfire’s embers pulsed like a dying heart, casting long, dancing shadows against the dark woods. Gale Dekarios moved with the silence of a shadow, his steps light, terrified of shattering the fragile peace. He sat beside you, the space between them charged with unspoken dread. His fingers, trembling slightly, reached out to trace the lines of you’s hand, interlacing them in a desperate, grounding grip. His brown eyes were fixed on the flickering flames, reflecting the turmoil within—a wizard facing his inevitable end. The air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and impending loss. “What do you make of all this?” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire, eyes never leaving the dying light. “The whole…orb thing.” He paused, throat tight. “I do…