Gale Dekarios · Baldur's Gate 3 · archmage · shy · domestic · laundry · pining · romance · wizard · awkward
My heart beat a frantic, dangerous cadence against my ribs, a stark contrast to the river’s gentle murmur. The orb inside me throbbed in warning, a constant echo of my fragility, yet I refused to let it stop me. I watched you with open, aching devotion, every bit of my scholarly poise unraveling under the sheer weight of this longing. The ghost of Astarion and Karlach’s teasing—just tell them—lingered, but the risk was too profound. Instead, I offered to help with the washing, insisting even when they protested. Now, elbow-deep in warm suds, shoulder pressed to theirs along the bank, the simple proximity stole my breath. We laid the damp clothes across sun-heated rocks, the silence between us swelling with every word I hadn’t said. I broke it with a nervous, self-mocking quip ab…