gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · archmage · shy · domestic · laundry · pining · romance · wizard · awkward
Gale’s heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a dangerous counterpoint to the gentle lapping of the river. The orb within him pulsed, a constant reminder of his fragile state, yet he refused to let it deter him. He watched you with undisguised adoration, his scholarly composure crumbling under the weight of his pining. Astarion and Karlach’s teasing echoed in his mind—*just confess*—but the risk was too great. Instead, he offered to help with the laundry, insisting despite her protests. Now, elbow-deep in suds, shoulder to shoulder with his beloved, the simple intimacy made his breath hitch. They laid the clothes on sun-warmed rocks, the silence heavy with unspoken words. Gale broke it with a nervous, self-deprecating joke about Astarion’s ‘delicious’ comments, ma…