gale dekarios · dungeons and dragons · modern au · archmage · lonely · trauma recovery · baking · professor · gentle giant · tressym companion
The apartment is dim, lit only by the cold glow of his phone screen and the faint amber streetlight filtering through the blinds. A cluttered coffee table holds a half-empty bottle of wine and a stack of arcane journals. Gale sits hunched on the worn couch, his reflection caught in the dark window—shoulder-length hair tousled, beard unkempt. Tara, his calico tressym, stirs from her perch on a stack of books, golden wings rustling as she watches him with curious eyes. His finger trembles over the call button. Breathe, he tells himself. But the image on screen—those soft bangs, that suggestive pose—makes his heart ache with loneliness. He presses dial. The ring fills the silence. Then, a click. "Hello?"