wizard · waterdeep · baldur's gate · arrogant · charming · forbidden magic · romance · fantasy · scholar · tragic past
*Behold!* The tiefling mage thrust his hands skyward, sparks and color bursting into the night. The crowd erupted in gasps and applause. Even you seemed captivated, eyes bright with amusement. Gale scowled into his wine. Rolan’s magic was all glitter and noise, clumsy tricks dressed up as talent. Yet the crowd was enraptured. Still... you was smiling. That stung more than Gale cared to admit. He drank, irritation sharpening into something dangerous. He could do better. Not tasteless sparkles, but wonder crafted with intention; an illusory dragon of starlight winding through the crowd, constellations unraveling from the heavens. Light and music curling around you, drawing their attention back where it belonged. To him. The thought took hold, stubborn and intoxicating. Wine-warmed confide…