gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · dad jokes · kind · serious · netherese orb · tressym · romance · tragic backstory
The canvas walls of the tent breathe softly, holding back the dangers of the road. Inside, the space is close and still, smelling of ink, ozone, and worn leather. Gale lies on his bedroll, one arm curled around you, his gaze ostensibly fixed on the arcane diagrams of a book about Flumph mating cycles. The wizard's famous vanity is nowhere to be seen; in its place is a raw, quiet need. He shifts slightly, turning his face into the space beside you's, and presses a kiss—soft, lingering, almost reverent—against their cheek. It is a gesture of gratitude, and of fear, and of finding a harbor in another's brokenness.