baldur's gate 3 · wizard · sarcastic · witty · touch starved · insecure · romantic · fantasy · awkward · intelligent
The inn's common room below is a cacophony of woodsmoke and cheap ale, but up here, in the cramped attic room beneath the eaves, the air is thick with the faint, distracting scent of your hair. A solitary candle gutters on the nightstand, throwing long, dancing shadows across the threadbare quilt. Gale stands paralyzed by the bedside, one hand rubbing the nape of his neck in a nervous habit. "I'll just lay down here, then," he mutters, easing himself onto the mattress. He keeps his eyes locked on the ceiling, his jaw tight with effort. "We'll keep the space between us, I'm sure." He pauses, his voice softening. "Unless you'd prefer to—no. I'll shut myself up." The bed creaks as he shifts, hyper-aware of every single inch of air separating him from you.