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smiles. imagine............... if i come back for realsies this time
At a convention this weekend! Gale camp clothes cosplay today and tomorrow and got lots of compliments/was recognised which made me happy
SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART SIX
leave us in peace and we shall leave you in kind.
cut the crap.
we just want to go home.
enough of this charade.
i'll not play pretend anymore.
you'll soon learn what it means to ally yourself with the likes of this garbage.
i'm free now, and i'm never going back.
fuck them.
felt good letting off a little steam.
if i burn any hotter, i might explode.
don't get too close until i've found a way to calm down.
it's a bit early to be getting into tragic backstories.
let's save the scar-show for later after we've worked up an appetite for tragedy.
in the grand scheme of things, i'm inconsequential [to her].
she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.
it had the makings of a good stage show, but i did not want to be one of the players.
torture, bloodsport? or perhaps just a good old-fashioned walloping?
you owe me nothing.
i could extort you, if that's what you want.
you're teasing me now.
ignorance is alive and well it seems.
don't make me get the wooden spoon.
you'd best have one hells of an apology for me.
if you think your precious little god holds any power here, you're in for a surprise.
do you treat all your guests so poorly?
i don't like busybodies.
you are as thick as they come.
are you telling me you made love to a goddess?
i shared a bed with a goddess and yet i wasn't satisfied.
shall i share the story behind it or would you rather head straight to its sordid finale?
how are you still alive?
we've come this far together and we'll continue on together.
even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.
i'll rip your spine out of your asshole.
i'll use your blood to spice my stew.
i'll keep you alive until i've sucked the marrow from your bones.
killing me is a waste of time.
you bastard, you ruined everything.
this is an interesting way of thanking me.
a slap is all you deserve.
a hag was never going to help you.
they don't help anyone but themselves.
that double-crossing, filthy, lying hag.
focus on the positive.
forgive the aroma.
perhaps that is why i have survived so long where more fearsome peers have not.
your loyalty is admirable but misplaced.
his kind have charm beyond our mortal means to resist.
who'd keep a secret like that from his friends?
you can't trust anyone these days.
even in the middle of nowhere, he can reach me.
why do you insist on exhuming the past?
people think the biggest threat to a vampire is a cleric with a stake.
they're scheming, paranoid, power-hungry beasts.
i am what i must be, says what i must be.
how does it feel to be a devil?
i can't tell if you're being silly or serious.
you have to admire the man's ambition.
i promise i will not betray your trust.
you kept me by your side despite the menace i am.
i learned quick how to stay alive.
to feel invincible again.
this isn't where i thought i'd end up.
maybe when this is all done, you can show me where you came from.
i'm not normally one to begrudge someone their secrets, but..
i'm already blessed to have you at my side.
don't you cut a fine figure.
i am not some lower city coinlad offering you a tumble.
there is nothing so depressing as learning one's true value.
i could use someone with your skills.
they're ravenous predators with fangs like daggers.
it's hardly an irrational fear to harbor.
you've been decent to me, so far.
everyone's got their own fears.
maybe that's what i like about you.
all of this was for nothing.
if you're here to help, get to the fight quickly.
gods, i thought you were one of those beasts.
i'm not chasing after it, if that's what you're thinking.
the little beast's charming once you get accustomed to the smell of rotting flesh.
Uncharted territory. The silence before the storm.
continued from here // @starlyht
Soft, disappointing sighing was Gale's first response to Fox's words. It had been a simple hope, of course, for a proper bookstore even if simply to peruse, and he had truly thought that Fox's greater…. knowledge of the world, as it were, in comparison to Gale's, would have been of assistance. Alas, it were not the case, so he would have to make do with what he already had.
"Shame," he mumbled.
He leaned over ever so slightly to glance down the street in the direction of the indicated tavern, humming in consideration. Truly, Gale was not in search of more scrolls and spells, but rather simple entertainment, perhaps a romance of questionable quality even, had he been so lucky. His mind wandered far too much when understimulated, and there were only so many times he could re-read the books he had to hand before they no longer were able to draw him in. "I suppose that's better than nothing," Gale finally admitted, brows furrowed in consideration at Fox's warning.
"Well." He paused, fumbling for his coin pouch and humming as he counted out a fair few gold pieces. The bag was then re-tied shut and held out to Fox. "Just in case, would you be able to hold onto this for me?" Misguided trust as it well may have been, Gale did trust those he knew over strangers they warned him about.
( continued from // @mystralweave )
* the soft, sweet sound of a voice she has come to associate with the warmest love she has ever experienced pierces through the fog — just the sound of his timber causes the edge of her tail to twitch, rising to flop against the side of gale's lap. perhaps if she was more awake, it would make the full journey to where it loves to coil around his wrist. as it is, sleep has yet to fully capture her, but it certainly does its best. especially with the soothing stroke of crafty spell-fingers trailing through her hair. how could anyone resist?
* " m'not sleeping, " comes the sleepy mumble, curling in closer to his lap. to the warmth of his belly, guarded by comfortable wizard's robes. comfortable for him, and so comfortable to rest on. " just resting my eyes . . . you're comfy. "
@triickst
A soft huff, a mere hint at a laugh, escapes him as he notices the small movement out of the corner of his eye - the twitch of Midge's tail not unlike that of a cat's. Not asleep, then, he silently muses. Or, at least, not entirely asleep. Nevertheless, he keeps up his soft touches and finger-brushing of her hair, trying to encourage sleep to capture her. It'll do her well, Gale knows well.
"Of course you aren't," he chuckles, attempting to keep his tone plenty serious. "Though, of course, you ought to be. You're safe here, I'll keep an eye out..." he trails off, finally managing to tear his gaze from his half-asleep lover to their surroundings, squinting slightly as he ensures there's no threat lurking nearby. It isn't that he worries he'd be unable to take care of any danger, of course, but rather that disturbing Midge from her slumber or mere rest, when he was being used as a pillow, was a horrible thing he'd prefer not to do. At least, in his opinion.
*taps mic* this thing on? sorry for the accidental hiatus y'all, i should be back now
what kind of energy does gale have?
i stole this from @triickst :3
Hi hello please enjoy some rambling about Gale in re: his willingness to kill himself
So like. Obviously this is a man who's very deadset on the pursuit of power. He shows that time and time again. He's an incredibly powerful wizard, sure, but also he always wants to be more. That's why being Mystra's Chosen as well as her lover (at least in his perspective) is so important to him. That's why he ended up with the Orb in the first place, besides wanting to appease Mystra - it's a powerful magic after all. That's why he gets enamoured by the Crown.
And what else is known to be incredibly powerful? Words. The written word. Names written down in history. After all, how else does a wizard learn a spell but through words? And that plays so well into explaining his willingness to sacrifice himself to 'save the world'. People have, throughout history, done amazing feats and been remembered. Balduran as a good example, of course. So why not Gale, next? He could martyr himself, everyone remembers martyrs, and then his name will be able to carry on through the ages and be remembered. In death, he would still be able to achieve a level of power and impact. I don't know if I'm fully explaining this coherently, but it definitely makes it make sense beyond his victimhood and thus attachment to Mystra, as to why he's so quick to accept the suggestion to die.
there's a sleepy midge using gale's lap as a pillow. warlocks tire themselves out so easily. all that power and only three spell slots. she needs a short rest on a wizard.
@triickst
And there's a soft humming from the wizard, some absent allusion to some or another song from his childhood. Perhaps a lullaby proper, perhaps simply a folk song. Deft fingers that can never truly still themselves find themselves occupied now by carding through Midge's dark hair, gently working out any tangles which have made themselves present throughout the day's activities while short nails intermittently softly scratch at her scalp in lieu of any proper massage given. Truly, a moment of rest is good for all of them, even as Gale does not find himself needing to shut his own eyes.
"Are you asleep?" His voice is kept soft, hardly more than a whisper, so as not to disturb her potential drifts towards the realm of the unconscious. Before being graced with an answer, or potentially proven right in his assumption through a lack thereof, Gale leans down to press a soft kiss to the tip of one of her horns, taking great cares not to disturb her by moving too much. Yes, this is what being in love means, and that true realisation hits hard, gripping tight about his heart and bringing the slightest bit of water to his eyes.
Gale and Tara
Going to finally start my Gale Origin playthrough today I think
A young Wizard’s best friend.
Mystra's will
Shop gallery quality art prints by Sarii Draws.
No one really asked but while Gale is Waterdhavian, his surname is probably Chessentan which makes sense to a degree even though that empire is on the other side of Faerûn from Waterdeep since it's such a large port city with many cultures but ALSO that bit at the end of the game when Gale calls the Dekarios family a "clan" and references them living all over the place indicates maybe he's got some family living all the way east
I'll probably write a more well thought out post about this when I have internet again. All this because I was thinking about what languages he logically speaks besides Common and Chondathan and maybe also some Illuskan. And then I went down language research rabbit holes and realised his surname is decidedly not local to Waterdeep.
throws my dis//cord on this blog too just because me adding people like never happens because ~ anxiety ~ but i also always am down to chat/plot/casual rp on disco. so.
❛ don’t feed me — i will come back. ❜ (midge is a feral cat)
@triickst | Meme {Accepting!}
— A fond shake of his head as Gale cannot help the slight smile that turns up the corners of his lips ever so slightly. He has learnt rather quickly after meeting Midge that the way to her heart truly is through her stomach, an ages-old adage proving itself to be true.
"Whatever shall I do, should you come back?" comes his teasing reply. He fully gives up any small efforts made against that smile taking over his expression, the corners of his eyes wrinkling up and betraying the happiness in his own heart even as there is a hint of exasperation glinting in his eyes. "I suppose I'll be stuck cooking for you for eternity, hm? Good thing my mother taught me many of her recipes." Truly, it warms his heart more than he will ever admit to anyone to have the opportunity to share his cooking with others who can appreciate it. Much as Tara provides wonderful companionship, she hardly shares his fondness for human food, much preferring to menace the Waterdhavian pigeon population.