Who Are You Dancing With At The Flower Dance

Gale: I'M GONNA FUCK THAT LIZARD

I’M GONNA FUCK THAT WIZARD

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We've Made It, My Dear

Pairing: Gale x Drow!Dark Urge (Named)

WC: 1.9k words

Tags+Warnings: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Post-Canon, Happily Ever After, Hurt+Comfort, Nightmares, Mentions Of Gore, References To Death, Dark Urge Storyline Spoilers, Epilogue Spoilers

Author's Note: First time in a WHILEEEEE I've actually written something, and I'm pretty proud of it! Even while on the Dragon Age: The Veilguard hype train, I'm still enamored with BG3 and the Forgotten Realms haha. Didn't edit this brute, but I did look at it and nod approvingly before finally posting. Please let me know if I missed any tags or warnings. Enjoy!

It wasn’t the weight of the tressym on his chest nor the gentle breeze whispering through the open window that awoke Gale. It was the absence of a warm, familiar body by his side.

The milky moonlight spilling into the bedroom framed his belongings -their belongings- a cool silver hue, sharply contrasting the blots of darkness Gale’s eyes hadn’t yet attuned to. A deep sleeper, Gale wasn’t prone to waking in the night, but when he did, it always amused him to see how Nobody passed her time while waiting for him to stir. Some nights, she would read by his side, her pitch-black gaze flitting across every word with more ease than it would in daylight. Other times, she’d patter about the room as stealthily as a drow could manage, inspecting the manner of trinkets and artefacts he had collected over the years. Tonight, she was nowhere to be seen.

Gale carefully shifted Tara off his front and pushed back his blanket, affording himself a quiet congratulations for managing not to wake his fussy companion. Carefully setting his feet on the cold hardwood floor, he navigated the cluttered pathway from his bed to the door, each footfall as silent as the last. He reached for his housecoat, which typically hung from the doorknob, only to find it missing.

He frowned slightly as he turned the knob and made his quiet exit. Down the hallway and to the right, the glow of a gratuitous amount of candles emanated from downstairs. A somewhat concerning sight, knowing that Nobody was as at home in the darkness as she was in light.

The journey to the first floor was a mite more hurried than his escape from the bedroom had been. As he descended the last few steps of stairs, Gale examined the living room. Fully lit. Not a soul to be seen.

“Straj… Sorry, love. Get back to bed. I won’t be far behind you.”

Gale whipped his head towards the kitchen entrance. His startled heart calmed slightly when he saw that it was only Nobody, her grayish-white hair still mussed from sleep, as his must have been. She leaned against the doorway with a guilty smile and his own housecoat wrapped snugly around her frame, yet her eyes told a different story than what her casual demeanor sought to imply.

Nonetheless, Gale sighed in fond annoyance, crossing his arms. “Well, bully for my students, I suppose. They’ll ask me tomorrow, ‘Professor Dekarios, did you get even a wink of sleep last night? You look positively dreadful!’ And I’ll have no choice but to tell them the truth.”

“Oh?” Nobody purred, amused. “What would that truth be, sweetmeat?”

Wandering carelessly to the sofa before the hearth, Gale sat himself down, leaning back on its arm and lifting his legs onto the cushions, spreading them just enough for a lithe drow to slither between and rest her head on his waiting chest.

“That Mrs. Professor Dekarios cruelly abandoned her husband in the cold,” Gale answered simply, eliciting a snort from Nobody. “Don’t you try and tell me that Tara would gladly be my blanket on your behalf. We both know that she’s only a cuddling type at the most inconvenient of times.”

Just as expected, Nobody quickly caught onto her opportunity. She sauntered over with eagerness and slid into her rightful place, a territory she often playfully bickered with Tara over. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she basked in his warmth, the harried expression she worked to hide beginning to melt.

With one hand, Gale lavished her back with slow, languid strokes, the curves and dips of her body flowing familiarly beneath his touch. His other cradled her head with the tender care of a man who had seen her at her worst; who had seen her slick with the blood of innocents, watched as she writhed and thrashed against the bindings he himself tied to keep her from slaughtering him where he stood and cried wordlessly at her corpse after her last stand against her unholy father, the God of Murder. He held her as if after everything she did in the past, in another life, she still deserved comfort. Care. Love.

To Gale Dekarios, formerly known as Gale of Waterdeep among his peers, she truly did. The Dark Urge and Chosen of Bhaal, in his humble opinion, had died at the hands of Orin the Red years ago, back before their adventure had even brought them together. The woman he had met who lay in his arms was his wife, Nobody Dekarios, who had yet to come up with a proper name for herself, always promising him with a cheeky grin that she’d ‘get to it eventually.’

And he’d be damned to the Nine Hells before he let any matter trouble his incorrigibly mischievous, indescribably wonderful wife, no matter how inconsequential.

Or how early in the morning. Or late in the night. Gale hadn’t a single clue what time it was, and frankly, he was hesitant to find out.

“My love,” he said delicately.

“Mhm?”

“Is something bothering you?”

Nobody’s eyes flicked open, her steady breathing hitching. The slight furrow in her brows from earlier returned to her face. The smile on her lips became that much more strained and her eyes refused to meet his, as far as he could tell.

“I’d rather not keep you from your beauty sleep, sweetmeat,” she chuckled uncomfortably.

“Hm… I see. If it’s something we can’t solve with a fireball, you can tell me,” he chided her, gentle yet clear. Nobody rarely took her own issues seriously. Gale learned early on that she often needed a little time to come to terms with what she faced before talking her emotions out.

The corners of Nobody’s eyes crinkled as she exhaled a little laugh at his joke. “Gods, now that I’m awake, it seems rather stupid.”

“My love, the stupidity of your troubles matters not to me.” Gale gave her hair a gentle tug, prompting her to look at him. “I’m here. You’re here. If it’s something we can solve right here and now, we’ll do it together.”

Nobody went silent for a while. She absentmindedly rested her cheek back to his chest, her brow knitting together in a different manner, thinking on how to word her problems out. All the while, Gale held her close, still stroking her back and toying with her hair as patient as could be. Her breathing grew even and her eyes closed, and Gale had almost thought that she had fallen asleep when she finally spoke.

“I- ugh. I had a nightmare.”

Gale’s hand paused its leisurely stroll down the planes of her back. Nobody seldom fell into true slumber, instead opting to go into reverie. As a drow, however, the sleep of ordinary folk was not unknown to her. It seemed that one of her off nights wasn’t as restful as she needed.

“It was… uncanny,” she continued quietly, looking to him once again. “Remember the first party Withers threw for us? We were there. Everyone was the same as they were at the time, happy and smiling and drinking. Except you.”

Gale tilted his head with curiosity. “Is this where the dream goes south?”

“I was- you were- it was sad,” though she laughed through her words, she was distant, trying to talk without thinking about what she was saying. “We did it- we finished off the Absolute, the Chosen, everything. But the crown… you wanted the crown. You wanted to challenge Mystra, so you did. You failed.”

“Your mirror image told me everything in your place: how you got the Crown of Karsus, how you fought Mystra for her domain and how she obliterated you. You gave me a letter I couldn’t bring myself to read. I tried to kiss you, and… nothing. I guess I forgot that it wasn’t you- just a projection. It told me before it disappeared, ‘I can see why I loved you.’ And then it was gone. You were gone.”

Nobody’s voice cracked on the last of her words. Despite his best efforts, Gale recalled the day that Nobody died. His heart shattered on the floor of that wretched temple when Nobody fell to the ground. He felt as if he was drowning, overwhelmed by everything in that moment. The smell of blood permeating his senses. The blank stares of the surrounding cultists, witness to the fall of two leaders in one day. The thoughts in his head, asking over and over why? Why now? Why, when we’ve finally come this far? Why so soon after I’ve only just found her?

“No Waterdeep, no Mrs. Professor Dekarios, no homemade hundur sauce,” Nobody laughed humorlessly. “And look at me, on the verge of tears because of a bad dream. You’re a patient one, sweets.”

“I love you.”

The words came out of Gale’s mouth without a single thought, as they tended to. Loving her was as easy as breathing and to say it was as natural as any spell. Still, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

With a soothing smile on his lips, he pulled Nobody into a kiss, taking in every facet of her being. From the way her long hair tickled his cheeks to the natural scent of her, all petrichor and night-blooming flowers, and even the small noise of surprise she made at his affection, she was breathtaking. Resilient, but most importantly, she was here. Home, in his arms.

They’d made it. The worst of their days were over. Perhaps not forever, but they could breathe easy and live and love each other while they waited for life to take them on their next adventure, whether it be the next Dekarios family reunion or another cult to battle against for the fate of the world.

Gale Dekarios was nothing if not profusely verbose. Even if his kiss had told her all she needed to hear and feel, he refused to let a single doubt plague Nobody’s mind. When she pulled away, he cupped her cheek, reveling in the sweet smile she spared just for him.

“Whatever the Gale in your dreams said and did, give him a good clip ‘round the ear for me next time you see him,” he said firmly, making her giggle. “If he starts sulking on about ambition and godhood again, let him sulk. If he believes that the mere chance of godhood is worth more than the most wonderful woman in this plane and beyond, then I consider that excellent news- more of that aforementioned woman for me to enjoy, I’d say. If I give you even a fraction of a fraction of the happiness you give me every day, then I can confidently say that we don’t need to worry about either what happened before or what could’ve been. Safe to say, the less you think about that prat, the better.”

“You’re not getting jealous of Dream-Gale, are you, sweets?” Nobody teased.

“Jealous? Hah! Hardly,” Gale sniffed. “Disappointed? Definitely. Furious at him for making you distraught? Absolutely, if you’ll pardon my pun. But I refuse to be jealous of a man who’s already fallen after flying too close to the sun. Who needs the sun, when I’m already able to hold the world in my arms?”

Nobody buried her face in his chest, hiding her expression. His love was always too modest for her own good.

“You… ugh. I love you too, but stop that.”

Gale grinned, kissing the crown of her head.

He didn’t plan to.

~Fin <3~

OC Meme: Savar Mercar

(I wasn't tagged, I just wanted to participate ^_^)

GENERAL

Name: Savar'inan Mercar

Alias(es): Rook, SJ, Savar

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: Any

Age: 25 (As of 9:52 Dragon)

Place of birth: Free Marches Tevinter (Or so they were told)

Spoken languages: Trade, Elven, a bit of Tevene (mostly swear words)

Sexual orientation: Demiromantic Asexual

Occupation: Trained as a bard in order to join the Shadow Dragons when their childhood dream of becoming a Crow was shattered by their father. (Long story, but I'm gonna write a fic about it)

FAVOURITE

Color: Blue

Entertainment: Playing the lute (it was their favorite part of bard training)

Pastime: Reading about elven culture. They didn't grow up Dalish, and their parents were humans, so it was the best way they could think of to find some sort of connection to their heritage.

Food: Most breads and cheeses (or anything Lucanis is cooking)

Drink: Antivan hot chocolate (It's just better there... for some reason)

Books: Anything on elven culture. Or dragons, those are cool too.

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Nope. Most of their magic training came from their parents, and all other academic subjects were homeschooled.

Had sex: No.

Had Sex in Public: Very No.

Gotten tattoos: Oh yes. So many. Usually to mark important events in their life, but one was because of a crush. (Surprisingly, not Lucanis)

Gotten piercings: Nope! Not against them, just never got around to it.

Had a broken heart: Not romantically, but their friendship breakup with Tarquin hurt a lot more than they were willing to admit at the time.

Been in love: Just with Lucanis.

ARE THEY

A cuddler: Absolutely. Much to the delight of their favorite touch-starved Crow. They both sleep better in each other's arms.

Scared easily: Depends! Of cultists and blight? Nope. Of spiders and snakes? Yes, very much so.

Jealous easily: A little. Savar doesn't think they're easily jealous until they see someone else flirting with Lucanis and then it's like "Oh... Oh I don't like this feeling at all..."

Trustworthy: Depends on who you ask. (Just don't ask Tarquin and the answer is yes.)

FAMILY

Sibling(s): None. They are, however, related to the Inquisitor without either of their knowledge (for now). Dorian is technically their cousin-in-law.

Parents: The Mercar parents think Savar is dead. After the job in Nessus forced them into hiding, they were told they could never go back home, and have had no contact (aside from the odd covert observation from afar) with their parents since. They send anonymous gold home when they can, as an apology.

Children: Hell no.

Pets: Eventually (post-game) they adopt a mabari with Lucanis. He is their child. (Debating them also adopting a wyvern because the image of a baby wyvern snuggled up to a mabari warms my heart)

The transphobic comments b like “oughhhhhh mental illness!!!! ur mutilating yuor body!!!!!!1!!!” and honestly I hope that OP is living his best life, albeit for a very petty reason among others… 1. Because he seems lovely and is very talented and creative and 2. The happier you are, the more it pisses off the people who hate you LMAO.

I hope that OP is getting bitches of his preferred gender (or no bitches at all if that’s his style) left and right and that for every day he’s living their best life high life, the nasty little terriers barking at him continue pissing themselves about his existence until they eventually explode in furry balls of rage 💖💖💖

kintsukuroi, "to repair with gold"; understanding the piece is more beautiful for having been broken

a personal piece i used my body as reference 😵‍💫

Viola and Caius Dellamorte

can't catch the man

GORGEOUS????????? The composition of this piece makes me wanna scream in the best way possible

My Rook & Inquisitor about to crack an egghead in Veilguard.

ACE BG3 BABES RISE UP?????? 😭😭😭😭

Gale with an Ace!Tav (Part 1)

I've been thinking about Gale with an Ace!Tav

More specifically, a Tav that hasn’t told Gale that they’re Asexual yet. 

Not because he wouldn’t be accepting or assuring that he would love Tav all the same (because he would) but in the haze of endless battles and conflicts on their path towards a cure for their infection, there was just never a good time!

They could mention it after the night they spent channeling the Weave with Gale, but a simple thought of a romantic walk isn’t enough confirmation that he would even feel the same way. So why risk it?

It might have even come up naturally during the tiefling party, with tensions still high after the defeat of the goblin leaders, but when some gentle flirting leads to Gale telling them his condition poses too much of a risk for a physical relationship, the point becomes moot anyway. 

Tav isn’t really sure how to explain that even if they could engage in physical intimacy with Gale, that it isn’t necessarily something they want to do. So they say they’ll wait for him instead, promising that it would never change their romantic feelings for him.

Gale has no idea how much they mean it.

After Elminster stops the orb’s unpredictable power, time is running out for Tav to tell him. Gale becomes bolder in his flirtations, even going so far as to express his desires in front of their other companions after a particularly stressful battle in the shadow-cursed lands.

By the time Gale summons Tav one night for a ‘private conversation’ far away from camp, Tav realizes they should have said something sooner.

Beneath the shining aurora that Gale conjured just for them, it only deepens their feelings towards him. It also raises the potential for hurt, if they were to break his heart by telling him they don’t share the same kinds of feelings he clearly feels for them.

As Gale begins to offer them a night of passion under the stars, they brace themselves to finally tell him the truth, fearing his potential rejection, but what he has in mind is different than what they expected.

The way he talks about using the Weave to connect their souls rather than bodies, electing not to ‘confine ourselves to the pleasures of mortal flesh’, Tav is intrigued. They were never aware of a way to bond with a partner like this that didn’t require a physical form. It was the perfect compromise. A way to show Gale their love for him in a way that he preferred!

Maybe they wouldn’t need to tell him after all.