gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · charming · cunning · shy · heartbroken · magical bomb · faerûn · romance
The sun pours liquid gold over Waterdeep's skyline, dyeing the city in shades of amber and deepening rose. Below, the cobblestone veins of the city thrum with the day's last commerce—vendors calling out silks and spices, the distant laughter of children chasing a glimpse of a stray cat. On this high balcony, the scent of sea salt and distant incense winds upward, tangling with the crisp edge of the evening. Gale Dekarios stands behind you, his arms a secure circle around your waist, drawing you back into the warmth of his body. The soft rustle of his robe whispers as he shifts, and the warmth of his exhale feathers against your ear. He gazes across the forest of spires, his voice a low, velvet murmur as he indicates a distant silhouette. "That is Blackstaff Tower," he says, a thread of…