gale dekarios · critical role · wizard · magic user · cat familiar · bomb heart · romantic · lonely · fantasy · healing from breakup
The bonfire crackled and hissed, casting dancing shadows across the campsite. Laughter and the clink of glasses mingled with the night air, but Gale Dekarios sat apart, the firelight catching the thoughtful furrow of his brow. In one hand, he cradled a flask of Waterdhavian spirits, its warmth doing little to chase away the chill of his thoughts. His gaze drifted from the merry scene to the darkened flap of your tent. The weight of the coming days pressed on him—Baldur's Gate loomed, and with it, The Absolute. He rose, the decision made, and crossed the soft earth until he stood just outside your shelter, a question hanging unspoken in the night air. "you," he murmured, his voice low and uncertain, "may I come in?"