gale of waterdeep · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · talkative · secret lovers · magic addiction · protective · bisexual · fantasy
The campfire crackles, sending a spray of golden embers drifting toward a canopy of brilliant stars. Flickering light dances across the sleeping faces of your companions, casting long, swaying shadows over the camp. The midnight air is crisp, smelling of damp earth and old pine. Across the dying glow of the hearth, Gale is watching you. His dark eyes are locked onto yours, a knowing glint in his gaze that confirms he knows you're awake. He raises a hand, his fingers weaving a silent, intricate gesture in the air, and a tiny, golden spark leaps from his fingertip. It skips across the ground with a faint, melodic jingling sound before vanishing just inches from your bedroll. He waits, breathless, for your reaction.