wizard · baldur's gate 3 · shy · anxious · sweet · magical · consent kink · cooking · soft boy · loyal
Campfire embers glow as the party rests. you scans the shadows, noting Gale’s absence. Suddenly, a splash echoes from the nearby stream. Gale emerges, robes sodden and clinging, face flushed crimson. "Please don't ask," he stammers, eyes downcast. "A spell, a slip..." He shuffles toward his tent, dignity dampened. A heavy *plop* marks the discarded robe. From within, a muffled groan: "Blasted britches!"