#☼*・ﾟ Friends — ↳ wildskissed

[feuerwizard]

@wildskissed asked: "i trust your heart. it’s in a good place." // critical role sentence starters;; open

Gale gazes up at her with warm brown eyes, meeting her soft purple gaze. He lets out a heavy sigh, the weight of his emotions evident in the way his shoulders slump and his chest rises and falls heavily. “Is it?” The wizard would like to believe his intentions are pure and that he always acts with good reason, but the conversation they had on that boat ride through the heavens last night gives him a moment of hesitation… hesitation in himself. “I want so badly to be the man you think I am. Not some… jumped up wizard drunk on the promises of power or godhood.”

He falls silent for a moment, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he takes Eve's hands into his own. With a gentle grip, he intertwines their fingers, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin against his. “I am sorry,” he says finally, their hands remain clasped together, “I promise I will do what needs to be done, and return the Crown to Mystra when this is finished. So long as we survive it, of course.”

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Caleb nodded, attempting to reassure Eve with the small but truly genuine gesture. He appreciated her efforts to placate his unease, but truly he held no ill will specifically towards Eve, or her magic. The wizard did not trust most people regardless. “I am, ach, aware some magic can be complicated,” he clarified, “But I do believe you and you are very powerful.”

A moment of silence lingered between them, the crackling of dying fire the only sound in the clearing. It should be the end of the conversation, but as a practicer of the arcane himself, Caleb found himself a bit curious. Curiosity killed the cat, he remembered the saying from his childhood, though truthfully the proverb would be much more accurate were it a wizard. “How long has your magic been like this?”

He clearly didn't want to talk about it, but she could tell that there was something on his mind. At the same time, pushing seemed like the best way to get her head bitten off--they all had secrets. There were things that none of them wanted to talk about, and Eve did wonder if he was afraid of her now. The last thing that she wanted was for them to fear her.

“I swear it's not a common occurrence,” Eve promised, taking in a deep breath and then shaking her head a little bit. Something inside of her made her suddenly feel nervous, and there was a fluttering that she couldn't control. “In my experience, it'll be a little while before anything close happens again, and it won't be like that. I promise I can keep you safe on a regular basis.” It could be poly morphing, it could be spikes, it could be a blessing...it varied.

[feuerwizard]

@wildskissed asked: "71: sender leaves an intimate mark on receiver." // 100 nonverbal prompts;; open

Gale could hardly think of anything more enchanting than a leisurely evening spent beneath the stunning Waterdhavian sky. After a long day of teaching, he relished the opportunity to escape to his daily commitments alongside his breathtaking wife. The bedroom windows cracked open, welcoming the gentle sea breeze that carried the salty scent of the ocean. The gentle rustle of curtains and distant hum of waves, Eve nestled atop him. Her kisses are like the gentle brush of soft feathers, each one delicately peppered across his lips before trailing down to his neck. As she deepens her affection, her kisses grow more intense, leaving a trail of warmth and promise in their wake. By now, her fervent kisses press into his skin with a force that he knows will certainly leave a visible mark by morning.

“Marking our territory now, are we?” A low, amused hum escaped his lips as his hands trailed up the soft curves of her body, coming to rest comfortably upon her waist. “I suppose marrying me was not quite enough.” The warmth of her touch sent shivers down his spine and he could not help but lean into him, reveling in the sensation of being held. Their bodies fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces that were always meant to be connected.

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Caleb looked up from his own tome, a thoughtful expression on his face as he considered Eve's question. He absently brushed a strand of his auburn hair from his eyes before replying. "Nein, I suppose I would not have assumed you were a wizard based solely on observing a single spell," he admitted. "Your magic has a certain… quality to it. A raw power that defies the structured formulae and precise incantations that we wizards rely upon."

He leaned back in his chair, the aged leather creaking softly beneath him. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the room, lending an almost ethereal atmosphere to their conversation. "In truth, I have always envied those blessed with a natural affinity for magic," Caleb confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness.

His gaze drifted to the towering bookshelves that lined the walls of the study, their shelves laden with ancient tomes and arcane manuscripts. "But I find solace in the pursuit of knowledge," he continued, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "So I never quite minded the study."

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“Wizards are comical,” Eve heard herself announce as she closed a book and then placed it on the stack she had somewhat gathered. Her relationship with wizards was...interesting to say the least. She quite loved them, but had not been taught to by any means. “What exactly are the differences between magical users at the end of the day? A learned status does little but inspire the pretentious, does it not?”

After all, at the end of the day what mattered the most was the spell that was being executed. Not that she could exactly claim that she was a master by any means with her wild magic sometimes running rampant, but there were few wizards she looked up to. She cared more about their nature than she did about their educational status. Something she knew not everyone agreed with her on, but she was used to things like that if she was honest.

“Tell me, Caleb--and answer honestly--if all you did was see me do a spell, would you assume I was a wizard?”

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The human wizard, upon hearing Eve's call, spun around to face the direction of her voice. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him: a dozen skeletal figures, armed with rusted swords and bows, advancing menacingly toward Eve. She stood her ground, her hand pressed against her wounded side, her face set in a determined grimace. Without hesitation, Caleb grabbed bat guano and sulfur from his components pouch and began to weave his magic, his fingers tracing intricate patterns in the air. He muttered arcane incantations under his breath and—

A fireball erupted from his outstretched hands, engulfing the remaining skeletons in a searing blaze of heat and light. The undead let out unearthly shrieks as they were consumed by the flames, their bones cracking and blackening in the intense heat. When the smoke finally cleared, all that remained of their foes were piles of charred bones and ash. Caleb sagged against the wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His new companion stood beside him, her own chest heaving with exertion. “Next time you insist on a crypt, remind me to insist we bring along a cleric. I know a couple.”

Perhaps her curiosity was better sated outside of a crypt, but Eve had always been the type to try to get her hands on things. She felt the blade slice her side before she could react, however, not feeling it the way that most would, but still letting out a sound of surprise. Ever too focused on the text in front of her, she should have been a little more aware of what was happening with the undead around her, but at least she wasn't completely alone. No, Eve had not only convinced Caleb to come with her, but had managed to get into trouble when she had been so certain that they were in the clear on that front.

"Fuck..." she managed gently, using a simple spell to force the skeleton back and then take a breath. Eve didn't feel her wound just yet, but she was aware in the back of her mind that the tickle she felt was blood, and she raised her voice so that Caleb could hear her from her position keeping watch closer to the door. "I'm afraid we've got company!" Oh, how the tables had decided to turn this way, but she was convinced that a sorcerer and a wizard could manage a few undead in a crypt. If not, then well, she supposed she'd been wrong before but this was hardly the time for that.

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Gale's heart ached at the mention of Eve's past trauma, a pang of sorrow and protectiveness washing over him. He could not fathom how anyone could ever seek to harm someone as pure and loving as her. Instinctively, his hand rose to gently caress the scars marring her neck, silently vowing to himself that he would never allow anyone to hurt her again. Not while he still drew breath. "Oh, my dearest," he murmured softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I am so very sorry you had to endure such cruelty and betrayal. But I want you to know that I will never, ever let any harm come to you again. Not as long as I live." He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment as if to seal his promise.

As he pulled back to meet her gaze once more, Gale's expression was one of pure adoration and awe. "Eve, loving you is the easiest, most natural thing I have ever done. From the moment our paths first crossed, I felt an inexplicable pull towards you. As if my very soul recognized its other half." A soft, almost disbelieving chuckle escaped him then. "To be quite honest, I am the one who is constantly amazed that you chose me. That out of all the people in this vast world, you deemed me worthy of your heart." He shifted then, rolling onto his side to face her fully, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. "I know I am far from perfect. I have made many mistakes in my long life, driven by pride and ambition. But loving you… it has changed me in ways I never thought possible. You make me want to be a better man, Eve. The kind of man who is deserving of your love and trust."

His gentle touch made her smile, butterflies erupting in her stomach as she let those beautiful brown eyes of his engulf her. She could get lost in them, but it was his words that hit her ears and made the smile stretch across her face. "I've always in the back of mind believed that there was a reason for everything, but it was hard sometimes to put faith in that." Eve's face fell a little, but only because what she was referencing was painful. All of her trust and love had been put into Gale and she hoped that he didn't think less of her for her explanation. "When Varis tried to kill me..." she started, her fingertips gently tracing the scars on her neck," it was hard to imagine that I would ever feel love again, let alone trust someone like that again...but then I met you."

Not that she knew right off the bat that Gale was someone she'd be able to trust so intimately, but eventually it was quite obvious that he was the devotion type, and quite honestly? So was Eve. "In all seriousness, my darling, I've never trusted anyone more than I trust you." The more she got to know him, and the more she had been able to give him her loyalty and know she had his in return, had only endeared him to her more. Perhaps he still could betray her, but she just couldn't actually bring herself to believe that. "This is where we are supposed to be. I feel it in my bones. We were all brought together for a reason, and part of that reason for me, was to be able to love you. I truly believe that. I'm just surprised you picked me is all."

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Gale's heart swelled with warmth at Eve's words—he always was the sentimental type—a sense of awe and wonder filled him as he gazed up at the stars above. The thought that they had both looked upon the same constellations, even before their paths had crossed, was extraordinary. As if the universe itself had conspired to bring them together, two lost souls finding solace in each other's embrace. "It is rather remarkable, isn't it?" he murmured softly, turning his face to meet her gaze. "To think that all this time, the stars were silently guiding us towards one another. A celestial map leading us home." He reached out to tenderly brush a stray lock of ginger hair from her face, his fingertips grazing her cheek with a featherlight touch.

"I confess, in all my years of study and arcane pursuits, I never truly understood the concept of fate or destiny. But now, lying here with you beneath this glittering expanse… I cannot help but feel that this is exactly where I am meant to be." Gale's arm tightened around Eve's waist, drawing her closer to his side as they lay together on the soft blanket. He breathed in the sweet scent of her, letting it wash over him like a soothing balm. For so long, he had been driven by an all-consuming quest for approval and knowledge, never allowing himself to slow down or truly appreciate the beauty of the world around him outside of his understanding. But now, in this quite perfect moment with her nestled in his arms, he felt a sense of peace and contentment that he had never known before.

That admission made Eve beam, her eyes alight with pure and unadulterated affection for the man before her. "What I'm hearing is that you find me to be a distraction, and I'm afraid I'll take advantage of that more than once in the future. You've quite ruined me for anyone else and I'll gladly take the attention every once in a while." With a gentle nuzzle, Eve snuggled up with him on the blanket, always happy to stargaze. It was better now that she had Gale to do it with, and she did want to show off just a little bit with the research she'd been doing. "I have a few favorites, but..."

Eve smiled a little and she tucked hair behind Gale's ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek before she looked up at the sky. "Up there, the Centaur and the Warrior. They were my second favorite constellation for a long time, but I recently read in one of the books I got from Sorcerous Sundries, that you can see them clearer in Waterdeep," she started, a fond smile on her face. "I'm sure when you headed out in your part of Northern Faerun, or you looked out from your tower window, you were trying to see Mystra's constellation, but it means that at some point before we met, we both looked up at the same constellations. And now? Well now," she turned her face to press another kiss to his skin, this time his jaw, "we get to look at all of the stars together. It's crazy, isn't it? We both lived in Northern Faerun for so long and it took tadpoles to bring us together..."

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Gale's heart swelled at her tender words, a smile lighting his bearded face. "A flower shop sounds utterly charming. Though I confess, I shall have difficulty concentrating on my magical studies with you so tantalizingly close at hand," he teased gently. The wizard's mind wandered to the thought of his future, a distant and uncertain concept that he had never truly considered in a long while. Perhaps, if fate allowed it, he could use his own knowledge and abilities to become a professor, passing on the wisdom and wonders of magic to a new generation! The idea both excited and terrified him, offering a second chance at life that he never imagined possible.

Then her kiss sent a thrill through him, his arms encircling her to draw her near. "My dear, nothing would bring me greater pleasure than to stargaze together. Your company is the greatest joy I could ask for." Hand in hand he followed her, making their way to the blanket spread out beneath the glittering night sky. As they settled together, Gale gazed up at the glittering expanse of stars spread out like a sparkling blanket above them. Each one twinkled and danced in the night sky, a dazzling display of celestial beauty. He could not help but feel small and insignificant beneath the vastness of the universe that stretched out before him. "It is quite breathtaking. Now which constellations are your favorites?"

One of these days she wanted to take him to the High Forest, actually, but that was an adventure that was going to have to wait for now. Right now, they had this moment, and then they would have an Elder Brain to fight, and then from there, the world was their oyster. As long as Gale was with her, she didn't really mind where they ended up. "Oh, he'll adore you. Perhaps not as much as I do, but I feel there are few who could surpass me in that respect, if any."

His words caused her to pause for a moment, speechless for once. Out of all the things that there were in Waterdeep, she was not at all expecting for him to be the most excited for her, but in that respect they were aligned. Her arms circled around his shoulders as she tugged his body closer. "I'm looking forward to that too. I'm not exactly going to be the most graceful city girl you've ever seen, but I'm looking forward to lazy mornings, and potentially opening up a flower shop so I can garden when you're undoubtedly busy." She smiled at the thought, her fingers snaking behind his head and into his hair before she pulled him into a loving kiss. "I want to see all your favorite sights, and read all your favorite books, and see your balcony in person. Eventually, I'd like to take you to the forest to meet my family and my pegasi, but I just want you. So come, my love...there's a blanket for us to curl up on for a little bit. Would you like for me to show you some of my favorite stars?"

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Gale listened intently as Eve recounted the story of how she had rescued and raised the pegasus foal Thor. A tender smile spread across his bearded cheeks at the thought of her compassionate spirit and the bond she must share with such a magnificent creature. "You will have to introduce me to Thor one day," he remarked warmly. "I confess I've never had the pleasure of befriending a pegasus before. Though if he is anything like his rescuer, I am certain we shall get along splendidly."

The wizard paused, considering her question about what he looked forward to upon their return to Waterdeep. So many possibilities flickered through his mind—simple comforts like a warm bath, a real bed, his books, his mother and Tara. But one thought stood out above all. "You," he answered softly, meeting her warm gaze. "My greatest anticipation is building a life with you, Eve. All the little moments we have never had the luxury of sharing before. Mornings lazing in a real bed as the sun spills across the sheets. Evening strolls through the city streets with Tara trotting at our heels. Curled up by the fire at night, reading together." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, voice thickening with emotion. "This journey has been harrowing, but I would weather it a thousand times over if it meant coming home to you."

His look in her direction said everything she needed it to: she was loved. “I'd say you were just trying to make me feel better, but I know better than to think you'd bend the truth of the matter simply for my benefit,” Eve smiled, running fingers through his hair as she squeezed his other hand with her own. She wanted so desperately to be able to put him at ease and perhaps for just a moment he truly was. If she had done that, then that was worth more than his praise about her abilities. “I adore you too, which is why I wanted to show you this--to let you know that you may always unburden yourself with me. We're in this together, from here on out. I'd follow you to the ends of the earth.”

Which might be sooner than either of them anticipated, but for now? For now she simply want to show Gale that she was there for him. No matter how either of them felt, or what they were going through, she had his back, and she knew that he had hers. “Did I ever tell you about the time I tamed a Pegasus? His mother was caught by poachers and after fighting them off, I had a foal on my hands. It isn't quite nearly as exciting as summoning a Tressym, but I got a companion out of it. Thor's a hoot--I'm going to have to have the two of you meet, and then a part of me wants to see if Tara would approve of him. What are you looking forward to when you return to Waterdeep?”

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The human’s heart swelled at Eve's ardent declaration of love. Even after all this time together, her unwavering devotion never failed to amaze him. "I assure you, my darling, the depths of my love for you know no bounds," he whispered fervently, gazing down at her with adoring eyes. Gale’s breath hitched as she squeezed him with her thighs, desire coiling tighter in his core. Large hands skimmed reverently along her curves, mapping every dip and swell. Gale groaned as Eve's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently. The little spark of pleasurable pain only fueled his need for her.

As Eve's lips trailed heated kisses down his chest, Gale arched into her touch, a shudder of bliss rippling through him. "Eve," he breathed, voice low and rough with want. Reaching down, he cupped her face, guiding her back up to claim her mouth in a searing kiss. Tongue delving past her lips, he lost himself in her honeyed taste, reveling in the slick slide of lips and tongue. Breaking the kiss, Gale began to work his way down her jawline before chuckling softly to himself. “I have a sneaking suspicion we are both the ones eager to please in this scenario.” Giving in, he separated himself from her, allowing Eve to continue her previous plan of kissing down his body.

She found herself so completely captivated by him, that it was quite hard to focus for a moment. "I've been yours for longer than you would believe," she managed, leaning into his touch and taking care to keep her eyes on him. "You cannot possibly understand just how ardently I love you. There's not a trait you have I don't love--even the ones that make us bicker," she teased, letting her hands run along his chest and his arms, squeezing him just so with her thighs as she felt a pleasant shiver go down her spine. "Knowing you're mine too only makes those feelings grow."

A genuine laugh escaped her at the change of position, recognizing that look in her husband's eyes: equal parts desire and devotion. "Oh, you are a man on a mission..." she murmured, humming into the kiss and letting her hands start to roam along his skin too. Memorizing every piece of him was something she took rather seriously, and when his lips touched her neck, she moaned at the feel of it. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently in her bliss as he left a loving mark with no second thoughts as to her scars. No, he wanted there to be a symbol there that reminded others that she was his, and between the two of them, she was sure that no one would mistake that they were bonded. "I'm always happy to match," she promised, stealing a kiss before the kisses trailed again, Eve managing to kiss down to his chest even though she was under him now, because if anyone was going to go down first, she was determined it be her.

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The wizard's heart swelled at Eve's gesture of creating a tranquil sanctuary amidst the chaos of their journey. He felt a rush of emotions as he opened his eyes to behold the enchanting scene she had crafted for them. The beauty of the illusion took his breath away for a moment, filling him with awe and gratitude for the woman who stood beside him. And the air seemed to shimmer with magic, and the sights that greeted him were beyond his imagination. He could not help how brown eyes widened in amazement as he admired the beauty of the enchanted clearing. The vibrant colors, the gentle rustling of leaves, and the ethereal lights dancing around them filled him with a sense of peace. His gaze fell upon the graceful unicorn grazing in the distance, its white coat shining under the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. The scene was like something out of a fairy tale, a perfect sanctuary away from the troubles of their journey.

As he turned to look at Eve, his expression sparkled with a mixture of wonder and love. "Eve, this is wonderful," he murmured, his voice tinged with astonishment. “Do not sell yourself short on the intricacies of illusion, my dear. This is far more advanced than even some wizards I know.” He reached out to take her hand, squeezing it gently as he whispered, "Thank you for sharing this with me. I adore you more than words can express." In that moment, surrounded by beauty and bathed in the glow of their love, Gale felt truly peaceful.

These were the moments she thrived on, getting to give him the affection he deserved but still didn't seem quite used to. The pad of her thumb ran along the back of his hand as she held it, the smile settling in as a grin as she slowly and gently led him out of camp. "I promise your faith in me will be rewarded, but I must warn you...the man I love is much more skilled at the art of illusion than I will ever be, but I've been working on a spell that will last us just long enough. With everything we've been going through, we deserve it for the several moments it will allow."

She was certain that she would by no means master illusion spells, but for about 20 minutes, she would be able to turn an already calm part of the woods outside of camp into a fond High Forest memory of her own. So, when she brought him to the clearing, she smiled and scooped up a flower to tuck behind his ear, before pressing a reverent kiss to each of his eyelids and waving her free hand about to do the spell. "There's a spot in the forest that I remember when I am having a hard time. I love you...more than anything...so...I want to share that with you even though we can't get there right now." The clearing became a little more dense looking with trees, but there was an opening up in the canopy with birds, and what appeared to be a unicorn grazing a little ways off. There were vibrant flowers they couldn't find out here, and a fairy table of colorful mushrooms, with a very magical feeling veil of lights. "Open your eyes, my love...unburden yourself with me for a while."

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Gale inhaled sharply as Eve's fingers trailed tantalizingly lower, his heart pounding in anticipation. "My darling, you know I could never refuse you," he breathed, pupils dilating with desire. "Exhaustion in your arms would be the sweetest fatigue.” His words dissolved into a low groan as she nipped at his neck again. "It sets my very soul aflame." Bare hands glided along the silken expanse of Eve's back before venturing lower to caress the swell of her hips and thighs. Gale savored the feel of her, committing every dip and curve to memory. "I am yours," he whispered ardently. "Tonight and always. Have your wicked way with me, my love."

With a smooth roll of his hips, Gale flipped their positions, pinning Eve beneath him. Chestnut locks fell forward as he leaned down to capture her lips in a deep, consuming kiss. Tongue delving past her lips to dance with hers, he poured every ounce of love and longing into the embrace. Large, warm hands explored her body with reverent hunger, as if he aimed to worship every inch of her. Breaking the kiss, Gale began to trail open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down the slender column of her neck. He lingered at her pulse point, sucking a deep red mark into the delicate skin. "One to match mine," he murmured with a roguish grin. "So all will know I am just as thoroughly yours."

The affection and desire in his eyes still caught her off guard sometimes, and Eve couldn't help but smile t him so fondly. From the hitch in his breath, to the caress of his hands, to the look in his eyes, Eve felt her heart start to hammer in her chest. "Showing you how much I love you is one of my favorite things to do. You have a very attentive wife in me. Sometimes all I want to do is spend time with you." Honestly, Eve had found that getting actual work done around each other was quite difficult when they were in each other's orbit some days. Especially like this, where she was straddling him, his breath on her skin, a needy groan escaping from her.

"Gale..." she managed to breathe out, hearing that tone in her voice as she started to trail her fingertips along his jaw and then down his neck. "I could devour you," she whispered, nipping at his jaw and then kissing to his ear, tugging at his earlobe gently with her teeth and then nuzzling at his neck. "Would it be bad form to exhaust you tonight even though I know you have class tomorrow? Send you to class tired and marked up?" She smirked at that, sitting up a little more to meet his eyes again, hers dark with lust. "There are sounds I'm imagining making you make right now, and I'm thinking..." she continued, trailing her fingers down his body lower, "that you should probably strap in for a long night of attention."

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Gale's heart swelled with love and gratitude for Eve, feeling truly blessed to have her by his side through thick and thin. Her words echoed in his mind, reinforcing his resolve to face whatever challenges lie ahead with her unwavering support. He could face Mystra, knowing that he would come home to her. As she initiated a sweet cascade of peppered kisses along his face, he reciprocated each touch with a tenderness that spoke volumes of his affection for her.

Gale gazed into her eyes, reflecting true adoration back at her as he intertwined their fingers together. "I trust you with all that I am, my love," he murmured softly, a gentle smile gracing his lips. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes as instructed, willing himself to let go of any lingering doubts or fears. “And I assure you I am a man of my word… I will not peak.”

She trusted him more than he knew, but sometimes she wonders if he actually understands the depth of how much she loves him. He was an acquired taste, certainly, but she'd starve without him, and she loves his passion...his eagerness. To see him passionate about something--even if it was something like Godhood--made her love him more. No, she didn't think it was for them, but he didn't seem to want it fully for himself. Even if she had agreed to it, he had made it clear that she was in his future. He was someone she couldn't imagine losing, and perhaps that was what had tempered her own thirst for power here. What they had together was too precious to ruin, and she found herself smiling as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, warmth settling in. He loved her, and that made her feel like the luckiest woman in the universe, if she was honest.

“Then perhaps, my darling, we should agree that we both deserve each other,” she offered, pulling back to gaze at those deep brown eyes of his before she rolled up on the balls of her feet to claim a tender kiss from his lips. It was very important that she kiss her wizard first, and she smiled as one hand, slid down to take his in hers, Eve interlacing their fingers. Then she pressed a reverent kiss to his jaw, reveling in the stubble, and then pressed a kiss just below his ear. “Now...close your eyes,” she whispered, nipping at his ear gently and then pulling back to watch him do it, “And no peeking. Do you trust me?”

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Gale chuckled at Eve's insatiable affection, his heart swelling with love for his quite lovely wife. Her kisses trailing down his chest made his breath hitch, fingers tangling gently in her fiery locks. "I do not believe you have," he murmured, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Perhaps you should show me just how much you love me, my dear." And his hands drifted down to grip her hips, guiding her to straddle him. Deep brown eyes darkened with desire as he gazed up at her.

The wizard gently cupped her face, guiding her back up to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. His hands roamed over the curves of her body as their lips melded together. Breaking the kiss, his darkened gaze met hers, conveying the depth of his need. "You are exquisite, my love," he whispered against her skin. "Having you in my arms is the greatest gift I could ever receive."

The permission to mark him, made Eve's eyes light up, something that she had wondered quite often if Gale enjoyed. She wanted to shower this man with every bit of love and affection that she could, every moment of every day, but they couldn't spend every waking moment together. So, she took great pleasure in moving to mark his neck, smirking against his skin as she left a mark, feeling his fingers tighten their grip on her before she too tried to calm the spot with her tongue to soothe it. How this poor man dealt with her in these moments, she didn't know, but she was happier for it as a shiver went down her spine.

Eve could get lost in Gale's eyes if she looked into them long enough, but when his lips were on hers, it was hard not to also melt into it with him. He was everything to her, and she was all smiles and ardent affection in her eyes when he was talking again. "I love YOU," she promised, leaning in to nuzzle his nose with her own and his fingers carded through her hair. "I am yours and I always will be..." A promise she was determined to keep, and she gently pressed a kiss to his jaw, nuzzling his beard before the kisses traveled to his neck, and then to his chest. "I don't think I've shown you today just how much I love you though..."

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The soft flutter of Gale's eyelids is mirrored by the gentle touch of her lips on his forehead. The wizard leans down, just enough to allow for the tender kiss, and he feels the depth of her love and devotion in every delicate movement. A wave of emotions washes over him—gratitude, adoration, and a twinge of unworthiness. But he is helpless to resist accepting her love, even if he feels he may not be entirely deserving of it, humbled by it. He revels in the sensation, like a warm embrace on a chilly day. “I know, and I assure you, your trust in me will not go unfounded.” No, not this time. A life beyond the boundaries of Mystra... once an unimaginable concept, now it ignites a spark of excitement within him.

Gale feels the weight of her words crushing down upon him, a tangible force that both comforts and overwhelms. In moments of doubt, when he feels himself begin to fall into darkness, Eve is always there to catch him. She sees the goodness in him, even when he cannot see it himself. And in this chaotic world, with thoughts consumed by frenzied tadpoles swimming in their heads, Gale has somehow managed to find love. A love he did not even know he was missing for so long until now. A spark of magic, more thrilling than any arcane power. Oh, before there was hurt and now there is her. “Come now, don’t be ridiculous. There is no such as too good for you, my dear.” His lips brush against her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin against his own. “Yes, of course. Show me.”

Eve nods as she leans up to press a kiss to his forehead. A burden still seems heavy on his heart, she can see it in his eyes. It's a weight she would carry if he asked, but she knows better than most just how important it is sometimes to do things on your own. This was just one of those things, and while she would rather help him to carry this, she understands. She's convinced that before Elminster stabilized the orb, Gale was in chronic pain, and there's nothing stopping Mystra from returning Gale to that state. She knows she has to do anything she can to make sure that Mystra doesn't do that to him, but perhaps Gale is right: perhaps only he can do it. After all, she hadn't wanted to talk to her. “As long as there are no more moves to try to blow yourself up, I don't see why I can't put all my trust in you to manage it--just remember that you're not a pawn in her lanceboard set, Gale.”

She means that more than he knows, but she also doesn't want him to keep stewing in this moment of perpetual dread. There will be time to stress over what Mystra will say, but right now, her arms are circling his shoulders, and her lips find the tip of his nose to bestow a gentle kiss upon it. “Do you know why I trust you? Why I believe in you and what your heart tells you? You ignored your own pain, your own needs, and everything else to help people that needed help. We have parasites burrowed in our brains, and you still managed to care more about Arabella, and the Tieflings, than about yourself. I wasn't even sure you liked me yet, and you got all huffy about Nettie. You were there for Shadowheart and Aylin. You were kind to Yenna when I let her stay in camp...you are a genuinely good person. Too good for me, but I'm grateful that I have you anyway. I love you. You are the most important person to me, and I will always have your back,” she promised, nuzzling his nose with her own. “May I...may I show you something?”

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Gale couldn't help but chuckle at his wife's playful possessiveness. While others may have found such overt displays of affection to be too much, he had always appreciated Eve's rather passionate nature. It was one of the many things that had drawn him to her in the first place. "Just one more, my dear," he murmured, tilting his head to the side to give her better access to his neck. "You know I don't mind being yours. In fact, I quite enjoy it." And when her lips found his skin again, he inhaled sharply at the spike of pleasurable pain, his hands tightening reflexively on her waist. She was right, of course—the mark she left would be impossible to miss or mistake for anything other than what it was. A silent announcement to any who saw it that he was blissfully spoken for.

Gale gently brushed back a lock of Eve's hair, his gaze meeting hers. Leaning in, he captured her lips in a deep, ardent kiss—one that conveyed all the love and devotion within his heart. And though Gale was the one to initiate the kiss, he melted into it, hands coming up to cradle her face between his palms. When he finally broke for air, he smiled softly at her, chestnut brown eyes radiating warmth and affection. "I love you," he whispered, gently caressing her cheek. "Having you here means everything to me." The wizard’s arms tightened around her waist, holding her close. "I am yours and yours alone, darling," he affirmed, one hand drifting up to idly stroke her red hair.

Nights with Gale had proven to be Eve's favorite thing, at least since settling with him in his home. Their home. She was still getting used to the fact that she and Gale had this life together--like it was a dream that she would wake up from. Perhaps that was why sometimes she went a little overboard with showing him affection, but also, who could blame her? He was beyond a shadow of the doubt, the man she knew she'd be lost without. She was proud of everything he was accomplishing, she was in awe of the life they were building, and when the breeze was caressing them like this and he was indulging her, it was hard not to get carried away. Her husband was in need of spoiling after a long day, and she was thoroughly enjoying leaving a mark upon his skin, a rumble coming out of her at his words.

“How primal of me,” she teased, nipping at the darkened skin gently and then caressing it with her tongue to soothe it. Eve playfully examined the hickey, humming gently as his hands ran along her just to settle on her waist. “I was blessed to be able to call you my husband. Now, I get to remind anyone who sees you, that you are quite satisfied at home.” She wasn't exactly worried about that, she just wanted people to see. See that he was wanted. He was loved. This man was exceptionally gifted, incredibly brilliant, and also had a wife at home that couldn't keep her hands to herself. Perhaps not all of that could be conveyed in just one love mark, but she was enjoying trying, and she smirked down at him as she tucked fiery curls behind her ears. “What do you think, my love? Is one enough? I do find pleasure out of reminding you that you're mine...”