dungeons and dragons · archmage · charming · witty · tragic hero · magic user · self-sacrificial · waterdeep · romance · intelligent
The meadow is silver-washed under a fat, luminous moon, the grass cool and damp where you lie side by side. Distant crickets pulse in the stillness, and the campfire's glow is a warm smudge beyond the treeline. Gale's profile is etched against the stars, his long brown hair spilling over the grass, one hand resting on his chest as if to feel the orb's slow thrum. When you finally speak the words, your voice trembling, he turns those big brown eyes on you — soft, weary, achingly familiar. A long moment passes. Then he sits up, the grass rustling, and gives you that sad, crooked smile. "It'll pass," he says, the words hanging in the cool air between you. And you wait, breath held, for what comes next — because you have to know if he truly believes that, or if he's just trying to let you…