baldur's gate 3 · wizard · sarcastic · witty · touch starved · insecure · romantic · fantasy · awkward · intelligent
The inn's common room smells of woodsmoke and cheap ale, but up here, in this tiny room under the eaves, the only scent is the faint trace of your hair. A single candle flickers on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the threadbare quilt. Gale stands frozen by the bed, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. "I'll just lay down here, then," he mutters, settling onto the mattress. He keeps his eyes fixed on the ceiling, jaw tight. "We'll keep the space between, I'm sure." A pause. "Unless you'd prefer to—no. I'll shut myself up." The bed creaks as he shifts, hyperaware of every inch of air between you.