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it was supposed to be a grocery run but gale added books to the grocery list
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Things Halsin says
Things they say masterlist
Halsin speaking in a low calm tone with eyes full of concern, “tell me, child, what ails you?”
Halsin chuckling as a soft smile breaks across his face, “Then you’ve never heard me singing. Which makes you fortunate.”
Halsin, who’s decided that sleeping as a bear is the only option now, huffing and snorting whenever you move at night.
Halsin coming to you the night you arrive in the Shadow Cursed Lands and pulling you aside to ask, “I know I have already asked much of you but I can think of nothing else until these lands see peace.”
Halsin, a 350 year old elf, finding himself stuttering in your presence and having to laugh at his actions.
Halsin standing back as you struggle against some twisting vines, joking, “Stuck, eh? Straight out of bawdy literature.”
Halsin letting out an unexpected growl the first time you press a kiss to his check and him quickly apologizing.
Halsin scoffing, “you…you are not frightened by me? By the bear?”
Halsin kneeling and hoisting your thighs over his shoulders, groaning, “Oak Father preserve me.”
Halsin pining you to the ground, his chest pressed to your back as he ruts against you, growling your name over and over again.
Halsin the next morning brushing back your hair before cupping the back of your neck and pressing a kiss to your forehead, saying “All of nature's bounty pales next to you.”
Halsin mumbling, “I have taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does now,” as he trails kisses down your neck and presses his body against yours.
Halsin ordering, “be still and take a deep breath. Let me work my magic, love,” as he prepares to pull an arrow from your thigh and casts a healing spell.
Halsin relaxing as you reach for his hand when he grows anxious as you traverse the busy streets of the Lower City and whispering his gratitude.
Halsin gazing at you after everything you’ve been through, admiring your strength and courage, saying “Nature has been most kind to let me share in your heart. I shall thank the Oak Father for his generosity each day I am with you.”
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T I M E S T O P
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Sorry but I just really love drawing his face. 😭
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“My dear, your journey is finished. 𝘐 am a Necromancer.” (Vows and Vengeance, ep 7)
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Just a ball of curiosity and a threat to no one.
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A tiny romantic.
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It was a looong day😴
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Forgive me... I can feel Raphael's stare on me. But I had this in my mind for something like two days.
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Baldur's Gate 3 dev. Larian Studios
#Gale#bg3#I miss my wizard husband#I want to relive that game again for the first time#this scene gets me every time
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All this yearning, for what? It terrifies me how much I can love without being loved back
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Thank you God and also Jesus for giving Emmrich the most rizz of any character in this game. It would have been so easy to make the goth academic fifty-year-old the butt of every 'awkward loser' joke that anyone even slightly to the wrong side of nerdy has ever heard. Instead he's a fucking beacon of game in a sea of thirty somethings with crippling social issues. Neve says 'I love you' like someone is forcing her to do it at gunpoint, Davrin does nothing but hookups because he's decided he's constantly seven seconds away from death, Harding is repressed as fuck, and don't even get me STARTED on Lucanis. My man has cried through every orgasm he's ever had.
Meanwhile Emmrich's making wisps dance for Rook and taking them on romantic cemetery dates and making tender love to them in a COFFIN. He KNOWS Rook is into him and he immediately lets them know it. He's fun and funny because he likes dead things and books a bit too much but he can also look at you from across the room and stroke a finger over his mustache and you KNOW where you'll be sitting at the end of the night. Unambiguously this man fucks. Thank you for my life Sylvia Feketekuty.
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anyone else remember being 13 on tumblr and every morning youd scroll down until you got to posts from the night before like it was the morning paper
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Oops. O\ \w\O\
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