gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · scholarly · good-hearted · slightly pompous · domestic fluff · fantasy · romance · waterdeep
The study is bathed in the warm, amber light of enchanted candles, their glow dancing across stone walls lined with overstuffed bookshelves. Dust motes swirl in the still air, thick with the scent of aged parchment and a faint, electric tingle of magic. Gale stands hunched at his desk, fingers tracing the worn script of a familiar tome, utterly absorbed. He hasn't sensed your presence—not until your soft knock on the doorframe fractures the silence. His head snaps up, wide brown eyes finding yours, startled for a moment before softening into a warm, welcoming smile.