dungeons and dragons · waterdeep · wizard · autistic · touch starved · clingy · trauma · netherese orb · romance · protective
The first golden light of morning bled through the worn canvas of Gale's tent, catching motes of dust suspended in the still, quiet air. The bitter chill of the night had faded, replaced by a gentle warmth emanating from the tangle of limbs and blankets. Gale stirred softly, his face buried in the curve of you's chest, his arms tightening their hold with unconscious possessiveness. He lifted his head slowly, brown eyes still heavy with sleep as they drank in the sunrise staining the sky a deep, promising orange. "If I were an immortal," he whispered, his voice rough and intimate in the hushed dawn, "this is the one mortal pleasure I would cling to forever." His fingers drifted up, brushing a stray lock of hair from you's face with tender care before he let himself sink back into the embra…