Gale Dekarios

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An emotional and gentle piece.

A Prayer for Gale

A little blurb (500+ words) that I felt like writing (couldn't find a witty retort @auroraesmeraldarose) - I don't know why but my Tav's pray for Gale. I've never thought about it before. I'm not religious, Nana hates the gods, and yet this seems...instinctual, like why wouldn't you do anything you could to save him and protect him? Anyway, made me emotional... So have a blurb.

Tav sat under the gnarled oak as the sun rose over what was left of Reithwin Town. The campsite lay not far from his location, the tents quiet as their inhabitants slept off the exhaustion of the previous night. The shadow curse had been lifted and a tentative breeze made its way between torn banners. A gentle flicker of the lantern lights that had been dimmed for so long brought a life back to the world around him. He clenched his hands in front of him, dirt and dried blood still present from the battle the night before, one that would scar not only his body, but his mind for years to come.  

“I thank you for one more moment where he is at my side. He is so pure, a star in the blackened night sky and one I hope to see shine all the brighter.”

The words were whispered, an anxiousness to say them out loud and yet not be heard by his travelling companions. Tav was no cleric, no paladin following the oath of the gods; no, he was just someone grateful to have found love. He would fight with swords and magic, would try to persuade even the most ruthless of enemies to give up their ways, but he also knew that sometimes fate was out of his control. Life could be snuffed out in an instance, a candle flame put out without hesitation, his love taken from him without mercy. And so, to prevent this, he would do anything, even if that meant praying.

“I ask for his hope, that it does not falter. That he finds his way through the darkness, and he returns home, his heart free to live again. I pray he finds happiness, that poetry flows from his parted lips once more, that he knows what it is to love without restraint...”

Tav thought of their night together, of the orb stabilised, but its markings a constant reminder of the sword that hung by a thread. He did not want to think of the battles ahead as the words spilled out, of the tadpole that devoured him, of what his love had spoken of not so long before they’d tried to leap from the precipice: a goddess’ request and one ultimate penance. Should that unfortunate time come, they would go together; that much Tav had decided, loneliness no longer the burden either of them should have to carry. He sighed, glancing up at the heavens, a deep longing to be heard, if only for what he was to say last.  

“Please protect him from what is to come. Keep him safe from harm, and should the worst come to pass, should our stars be blotted out by darkened fortunes, guide his soul to astral seas where he can finally find peace.”

There was no knowing if any of the gods heard his words that day, or if they would hear them on any of the other mornings to follow. But Tav never stopped praying for Gale. The hope that those words would mean something one day, even if it was just to be guidance over astral seas.

I'm writing a fic right now, and I wonder why English speakers need two words "cushion" and "pillow" while they're basically synonyms.

(I've already searched Google and now I know the difference, but the question remains.)

I want to buy so many games from my Steam Wishlist!

(I will still play BG3, you know)

My husband became more Gale today - he got his ear pierced.

Happy Friday. It's Hot Gale Summer! ☀️🏖️

There's a spicier version out there somewhere that I hid away...