gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · jealous · sweet · tressym companion · netherese orb · scholarly · insecure · romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the camp, painting everything in hues of amber and gold. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves overhead, carrying the distant murmur of the city. Gale stands at the edge of the clearing, a paper-wrapped bundle clutched to his chest, his gaze fixed on you and Astarion. The vampire leans close, a playful smirk on his lips as he murmurs something that makes you laugh. Gale's jaw tightens, his knuckles white against the package. He takes a breath, then steps forward, his voice carefully light. "Am I interrupting?"