#•●[ gale * ic ]●• ᵒᶰᵉ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵃᵛᵉ

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"what petnames do you think we'd use if we were actually dating?" - @tryckthebard to Gale

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The wizard's head tilted, his puzzled expression shifting to a thoughtful gaze.

"For you... bluebird," he murmured, eyes softening. "A mountain bluebird, especially. But you aren't really the mountain type, are you?" His lips twitched into a smile, then faltered. "Maybe it's too long for a pet name. Still, the mountain bluebird is the most vibrant of birds, and..." Gale trailed off, a small, embarrassed chuckle escaping him.

"So... just bluebird." He shrugged, a curious smile playing on his lips. "But what you'd call me? I do not know... you'd need to tell me that yourself."

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Gale's smile grew as bright as his magic, light mirroring in his brown eyes at the positive answer. And so he slowly sunk down to the ground, head turned towards Astarion, who seemed to right fit in with the stars framing him. Of course, it was already in his name after all. The wizard waited for the elf to sit down, looking to the stars above again.

"We will enter the Underdark next... I'll miss the stars and sun very much..." He said it in a tone that sounded like it was about more than the Underdark. A thoughtful, distant sound, like he was drifting far, far away.

With a fast shake of his head, he turned back to Astarion. "I think.... with this little group of weirdos, you'll need to get used to it. Maybe you'll enjoy it some faraway day..." Gale chuckled softly and reached for the wine they brought to place it between them.

"Do you sleep, Astarion?"

Was that too boring for him? Yes. So why was it that he felt inclined to agree? It was a notion that confused the vampire, listening as the other gave Astarion a clear way out of spending the night together with Gale... and found his mind made up. Perhaps it was because of Gale's insistence that he didn't have to join him, perhaps it was the freedom of his choice... or perhaps he wanted to know what it was like to simply exist side by side with somebody without the constant threat of violence hanging over his head.

"You know, I do think I will stay, if that's the case..." trailing off, Astarion found his gaze lingering on Gale's lips even still, that small and gentle smile of his making Astarion wonder just what it'd be like to have them on his own..

Gale made it perfectly clear that it wasn't an option, however, a fact that Astarion would respect.

"Besides, everybody back at camp is far too joyous for my liking. Thanking me for this and that... I'm not much for the hero type, after all. Some alone time with ... rivetting company, would be a nice change of pace."

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@karmints liked for a starter

A wrapped, bandaged hand reaches for the other's, instinctively like one might reach to catch a soap bubble floating by just to see it disappear. The man in front of him felt similar. Like the paladin with the fairy tale like antics could just disappear and someone, something entirely different could take the place. And maybe Gale felt companionship in that. Though, he figured, neither of them was as harmless as a bubble, not even in their demise.

"There is a cut on your hand, again... you should be more careful!" Gale sscolded, but lacking any edge in his voice, instead he pulled a clean silk handkerchief from the the leather bag on his belt, cleaning the blood away.

"I can never tell if you end up injuring yourself when you swing that sword like an idiot, or don't even realize you are harmed..."

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Open to: BG3 Muses/AUs etc Muse: Gale Warning: mischief with herbs ???

His hand wiped down Gale’s face as he stared at the ingredients that were waiting to be turned into a meal. A few apples, two fish heads, some beer and alcohol, and one big potato that looked like a foot.

Wonderful... this was horrible. Unless... he turned towards the person, looking over his shoulder. “I guess, from your expression... you too wonder how to turn this into something eatable...” A wide grin slowly formed on his lips. “Except you help me with a few... spices... with an accomplice, I can make this into a meal that at least makes everyone feel good... unless you prefer fish-head-potato-apple-mush with no kick...”

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" it looks worse than it feels. " astarion for gale! @taleswritten

The wizard’s head tilted, brows furrowed, and his lips pressed together into a thin line.

“If that’s the case, I’m even more worried about you…” Gale replied, disbelief lacing his tone. A gnoll’s bite wasn’t something to be brushed off as a minor wound, especially considering the state of Astarion’s leg, torn and bloody.

“I have…” Gale began, reaching down to his belt where a potion was strapped. He unfastened the bottle and pressed it into Astarion’s hands. “This should at least... make the bone stop showing,” he said with a hint of exasperation. “So I can figure out what to do without getting sick myself…”

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“A great idea! But with my magic prowess, it might become so light it flies away like a balloon!” he raised a palm to the sky, opened his fingers, and the image of a forging hammer simply floated into the air, playing in the wind. He chuckled, eyes smiling half moons.

It was nice to speak to someone who knew him before the orb weight him down. Who neither revered him as a great archmage nor looked at him with pity or disdain for his foolishness. However, it made it worse, knowing that he put him in danger, too. Anyone that got too close to him... but the wizard was selfish. He couldn’t stay alone.

Gale allowed the man to settle into the letters. They had time, and so he didn’t rush, just listened to the breathless words, and finally the name. Gale gave a proud nod. “Exactly! Well done! Names are difficult, so just speak them as you read them for now. Silent letters and all that can be studied at another time.” Magic underlines the words already read, and the one coming next. Allowing to focus more on the word coming next instead of the whole page.

And like that, the wizard actively listened, assisted with challenging words when asked, and occasionally brought to life brief scenes with magic right there in front of them. A moving, dancing picture book show for Aksel alone.

“And like this... one chapter already finished! It is a joy to listen to you! Experiencing the story anew!” It truly was. His heart felt warm, lighter so that not even the orb could pull it down for a moment. The magic of teaching was a delightful one.

He had made many items before that had gone on to wield some sort of magic, whether it was used for good or bad he wasn't certain - he had just done as he was told without argument, he knew better. But he'd never seen it done with his own eyes, not the way Gale was suggesting. But he was curious and he eyed the knife carefully, it felt like years had passed since he'd done that - in reality it wasn't, but a lot had happened since.

" I'm sure we could do that, I've not seen it done but my work has been used for that before now. " He smiled at the wizard, his arms folding around himself. " - maybe if there was some magic to make a weapon a little lighter you might not lose an arm. " It was a jest and a grin followed as he winked.

But then his attention was averted from his own work when the book appeared and settled between the two of them. " The Adventures of Sir Kiaom in the lands of Chult? " Aksel repeated the title as if he hoped it would help him pick up on the words inside the book.

Their thighs touching didn't escape the smith but he said nothing, if anything it offered a little comfort when he felt embarrassment creeping up into his cheeks in the form of a red tint. He knew there was no need, many people couldn't read just as he couldn't - but it was intimidating when sat next to a wizard he thought so highly of.

His eyes scanned the first page and it wasn't his intention to be quiet but he sounded out the letters under his breath. He remembered the name and matched the way the letters sounded on his tongue to the ones on the page. " K...- a... that's Kiaom? That's how it's spelt? "

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@whomuses for Caedes

"So… do you have any allergies?" Gale inquired, a parchment floating beside him while a quill poised itself to write. "Or any spices or ingredients that don’t agree with you? Allergies take priority, of course," he said with a thoughtful nod. Gale took his position as camp cook very seriously. "That said, I can’t promise you’ll never encounter a dish you dislike… Adventuring is many things, but it rarely affords the luxury of fine dining."

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"You see, WIZARDS are immensely better than sorcerers!" One fist hits the palm of the other hand. "A Sorcerer is like a child playing with clay. Never interested in furthering the ART. Wizards, wizards are artists, students, and admirers of the weave. A wizard can learn any spell there is with enough dedication. Sorcerers just... frolic through their magic." Certainly, in him, both intertwined. But he'd rather drop dead than lean into any bumbling wild magic.

He takes a deep breath, a hand reaching for his earring, an unconscious gesture to calm himself. "I apologize... I am just very passionate about the topic of magic... anyway, EVERYONE can learn magic. It is the passion and curiosity that matters."

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@bonegrieve

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . " ( from Ozy to Gale; re: Alfira’s death ).

The wizard could barely tear his eyes away from the carcass lying in the middle of the camp. Unable to sleep, he had gone for a walk, seeking peace. Instead, he found his companion standing over the sweet bard from the grove. Organs were ripped out, splattered everywhere, and hands painted in red. The truth was impossible to ignore.

With utter concentration, he shifted his focus to Ozymandias. For a moment, he stayed silent, replaying all their conversations and the other's actions. He contemplated the look of the man, the sad eyes that were rarely focused at the moment... Finally, the wizard took a deep breath.

"I suppose I didn't fully grasp the significance of your inquiries about your violent impulses…" he said slowly, then offered his hands to the elf. "Come, we must clean your hands and prepare a grave for the woman. It's the very least we can do…"

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@cffidelityy liked for a starter

Guarding, brown eyes had followed most at camp, made sure to know their quirks, their preferences. A way to protect himself, make people like him, share their magical trinkets with him, to not abandon him.

And so, especially when the wizard could not sleep himself, many nights, he had found that the apothecary struggled with sleep herself too.

And so, after the sun had kissed the horizon goodnight, he approached her, a warm cup of tea in his hand, one bandaged as always.

“I made you some tea, to sleep a bit better. I hope that is not presumptuous of me. Certainly you know much more than I do about herbs. But maybe... some tea brewed by someone else calms the nerves a bit more than self care alone.” Words spoken warmly, with a hint of self deprecating jest, as he sat down on the log by her side, offering the cup carefully.

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@threecardtrick cont.

Thomas wasn't as proficient in cooking elaborate dishes as the other, but he had enough know how to surmise that the mish mash of ingredients would have... an interesting flavour. Though it might be said that of all of them, he was the least picky when it came to food. He could stomach anything if it kept his belly full. But he understood that not everyone might have that same view.

He hadn't intended to be caught staring, but he was, and a curious proposition came up. The words were vague, so the meaning was obscured, but Thomas, at least personally, felt a bit uneasy about the suggestion. "With how jumpy everyone is about losing control of themselves, I don't know if that will go over well..." Particularly if it was done without their knowledge. "But I can go fetch some common herbs and, if you'd like to let me try, perhaps I can see if I can improve it?"

"Ah, I don't mean get them exams-are-done-high... just... if everyone has a better mood after eating, everyone might still think I am a decent cook!" A soft laugh, slightly embarrassed, escaped the wizard's lips, and a hand reaches for Mystra's symbol on his ear.

"But, we can try it your way first, it might be the more mature variant..." Though, a hint of disappointment rung with his words. Gale was not a man who was entirely against some lighthearted pranks. It helped distracting him from the black hole in his chest. The one made of loneliness and endless thirst for knowledge as a youth, or now the actual life sucking bomb locked in his chest.

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Gale raised his hands defensively and made a step backward, away from the cleric. An uneasy smirk on his lips. "No, no, please. Use your skills on one of the others. I am not that injured, and would not want to sponging up your precious spells..." A worry he seemed to never have with Shadowheart. But a cleric of Mystra? He'd feel wrong accepting that. Something inside him fought against it. She hated him, he had betrayed her. Forcing his old beloved to heal him through a mortal hand? He could not do that. "I also have a lot of healing potions, I slowly get back pain from carrying them all around, anyway." He laughed, awkwardly.

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Their bodies had been quite the puzzle for Gale at first. How to make them fit together, to make the most of their closeness? But Gale was never one to give up on a good riddle, and through trial and error, they had solved it together. Now, limbs and hearts were intertwined perfectly, everything falling into place as if they had been born to be together, destined to be intertwined.

Having his hair played with was a treat, one that made him want to purr like his dearest friend Tara. Sadly, he realized that only the exquisite feline kind could do such a thing. So instead, he smiled and hummed, leaning into the touch while his fingertips traced the lines between the other’s scales, following a path through a labyrinth he adored getting lost in.

"Oh… delightful! I’m most pleased to hear that, as I find myself to enyouy YOUR company just as much...," he hummed, his smile so bright that the corners of his eyes crinkled, turning into warm half-moons.

"And as for me, well… I've been told I have a rather persistent nature. So, as long as you’ll have me, I shall remain by your side—ever faithful... always yours."

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It had been a long day; arguably, a long few days. They were all exhausted. Caedes, for once, was not hiding away in their tent but instead had sought out Gale's company. It had been all too easy to fall for the overly-honest wizard; his impressive magic, his awkward charm, the absolute gentleness and fierceness… it was that softness that had drawn in the edges of the urge. Caedes had been fighting it, of course, wave after wave of growing disquiet that he now knew came from Bhaal himself. Rage that the champion, designed for murder, was so reticent for it.

Enjoying the quiet. Head tucked against Gale's neck, despite being taller, the dragonborn was enjoying the warmth and contentment. The softness of skin and hair were an endless fascination to a hard-scaled creature, after all. He let out a sight, eyes opening, leaning back so that he could look at Gale - as best that they could. Because they'd been having some visual issues, trying his best to keep it from the others, not wanting anyone to know why their aim was shaky and their eyes always turning away from the conversation rather than meeting anyone's eyes.

"I'm glad you're here." they murmured. "You make me feel like… myself."

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is there a purpose to your visit, or may i return to my book? ( for Gale c: ) ~ @lcftyambiticns

"Well, IS there a purpose?" Gale asked, lips tightly pressed together and glaring at the other wizard. "I sent you around 20 letters for one of said books. At least a No. would have sufficed So, I decided to visit!" The now professor at the black staff academy would rather have sacrificed an eye in the past that come to Lorroakan. But as a teacher, one trying to help his students grow into the amazing people they certainly could be, he'd hold himself back, for now.

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i hadn't realized i was a villain in your narrative. ~ @lcftyambiticns ( for Gale ; couldn't decide, so you're getting two :p )

"I am.... I... I am flabbergasted by your statement, entirely!" the wizard of Waterdeep confessed. "I can not imagine a narrative in which you AREN'T the villain!" he added, arms crossing loosely in front of his chest.

"Trying to enslave a daughter of Selûne? Abusing your apprentice? Hoarding knowledge instead of sharing it? Tell me, in which story was such a wizard not the precautious tale?"

Gale after all, was a precautious tale himself. The one flying too high to fall into their doom.

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@dragonsfell gets a starter from Gale for Caledonia

"So... I heard smells or tastes can bring back memories? Any inkling what flavors you like?" Gale was after all the camp cook, self-declared. "Tea or meal? If it's too fancy we might need to wait until we get to a vendor though..." he added, but then again, the Tiefling didn't seem like one that preferred the dinner of nobility. Maybe he also just wanted inspiration on what to cook next. He wasn't in the mood for stew anymore.