#baldursguys / gale.

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the cracking sound of the fire has her attention partially, tail absentmindedly moving about. it's just the two of them, in the middle of the camp. her eyes do not move from him, remains steady on gale. it's quiet for a moment, it does not bother her. in any other ocassions such a thing would just, make her ansty, have her moving around to fill it with something else. the decision before her has circe doubting herself in such a way, secrets are good. she loves having secrets, it gives her an edge over others, otherwordly in a way that could never be pieced together. she has it, the key to the lock, and she has never found herself in a position where she would give it away so willingly.

she thinks then, about mystra. about gale. about the way he seems hung up on such a thing, about when he told her about her. and it wasn't just jealously, which is to be expected, but this other thing. this other feeling. a familiar road, one that she has walked down before and...she does not understand why he would feel that attachment still. that ache. (and a part of her, actually does. once before, it could have been her) to be trapped, wrapped up when it's nothing but their so called love and affections. he seems to reminisce with fondness, and it chokes her. she supposes she could hand a key. "i don't think i've ever told you-" she starts, casually, because she cannot handle the weight of it if it became too serious. "-that i am actually not from here." her eyes, bright as emeralds. still. looking at him with intensity. her hand idly playing with the edge of a stick. it's a good moment as it will ever be. she could give gale a key.

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❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜ gale for circe

the thrill of a fight, circe was a little all too familiar with the rush of excitement that came with the prospect of completely anhilating someone. it's then there, in the middle of the wizard's tower...amongst other members of the party that she had made her way to gale. to check on him mainly. although gale is powerful circe has the feeling he is...easy to hit. their enemies seem to think so. often at times targeting him over her, or anyone else for that matter. her heart seemed to be racing, for her body, the fight isn't over. it takes her quite a bit to calm down. she does this thing, recently. where she looks gale over, trying to see if there are any injuries, she looks down. "-i can't say i don't agree, pretty boy." she smirks, eyes almost glowing. "-now come on, let's snoop around and find you that anal book you wanted to read." she flips her staff in hand before putting it away and holding out her hand for gale to hold.

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❝ why do i enrage you so? i’ve never done you harm that i know of. ❞

gale's existence proved many things. firstly, that briar had the capability of forming grudges, properly, when it did not involve just messing with her organizing system at the temple and other trivial matters. no, she choses to be mad at him. and it wasn't him, per se, it was not the fact that he seemed to be well read and smart and talkative. on paper, and based upon first impressions he had passed with flying colors. it was...everything else. it was the mystra of it all. "you do not enrage me." she states, curtly. short. because she is not good at hiding her emotions. (and surely, this was all a test. from Her. a test that she was to pass with flying colors. the ground did not shake beneath her. no. that was all in her head. the hesitation, it would pass.) "-i am sorry if you feel...like i am upset at you. i am not." she isn't a very good liar, not when she has to stop looking at gale in the face. and her hand fidgets with her long lavender hair. (in her head she makes a list, you do not enrage me, you...make me doubt, make me question things i should not, you are an outlier in everything i've been taught. i've been told.) briar takes a deep breath. just slightly.

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