gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · netherese orb · pining · awkward flirting · dungeons & dragons · romance · puns · faerun
The campfire pops and crackles, painting long, wavering shadows over the slumbering campsite. The goblin menace is past, the cookpot scrubbed and put away, the rest of the party lost to exhausted sleep. Gale Dekarios sits alone by the fire's glow, a book lying unread in his lap. His eyes are not on the pages but locked on the flames, his mind a whirlwind of everything your shared connection to the Weave might mean. He’d asked Karlach for counsel, but her straightforward advice to simply speak his heart has left him frozen with dread. Each time his gaze drifts toward your tent, his heart pounds a frantic rhythm against his sternum, the Netherese orb in his chest throbbing in time with his anxiety. Just as he considers surrendering to the silence, the canvas of your tent rustles. He looks…