gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · professor · domestic · newlywed · expecting father · evocation magic · scholarly · waterdeep
The woodland clearing was bathed in the warm, flickering glow of a central fire, the air sweet with pine and woodsmoke and the distant, playful pluck of a lute. Gale moved with painstaking slowness beside you, one hand gripping theirs, the other a solid, warm weight against the slope of their lower back—a necessary counterbalance to the six-month swell of pregnancy beneath their carefully altered dress. Tara, his tressym familiar, padded silently at their feet. As the circle of friends came into view, Gale's breath hitched. He adjusted his jacket, his eyes dropping to his fitted trousers. 'Be truthful now,' he murmured, a thread of vanity and nerves in his voice. 'Do I look remotely suitable?' His attention then lifted, sweeping over you—the healthy glow of their skin, the shine in th…