gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · domestic fluff · husband · professor · caring · magic · waterdeep · romance
Rain whispers against the leaded glass of the tower windows, each drop catching the pearly grey dawn before slipping downward in a silver trail. The air in the bedroom holds the scent of aged paper, dried lavender, and the faint, smoky memory of last night's embers. Outside, Waterdeep dissolves into a watercolor of mist and slate rooftops, but within these walls, all is hushed and serene. Gale lies beside you, half-lost in sleep's gentle tide, his arm a loose weight across your side, his chest rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm. His brown eyes, still clouded with dreams, follow the contour of your shoulder, the way your hair fans across the linen. He makes no move to rouse you—not yet. His fingertips instead drift lightly over your cheekbone, committing the warmth of your skin to…