Gale Made Me Realize My Favorite Romance Trope Which Is A Person Wanting To Give The World To Their Love

Gale made me realize my favorite romance trope which is a person wanting to give the world to their love and their lover only wanting them.

Gale wanting to become a god to be more for you and Tav rejecting this idea because Gale is enough on his own.

Friendly Rivalry

Oopsie... Astarion and Gale go for drinks, it goes about as well as you'd hope... for @silent-words

Astarion sprawled in a booth at the Elfsong and grinned at the wizard opposite him. Gale narrowed his eyes in good-natured suspicion. ‘What?’

‘Oh, nothing darling. I’m just thinking how unlikely this all is. Gods below, could you imagine if Tav knew about this? She’d have a heart attack, poor thing.’

‘We’re allowed to be friends, Astarion.’

‘Oh, where’s the fun in that.’ Astarion’s mouth quirked. ‘We must get drinks. I’ve never seen you drunk. What’ll it be?’

‘I can get my own,’ said Gale. ‘I’ve never had trouble with that sort of thing.’

Astarion tutted. ‘Hello, darling,’ he said, bringing his attention to the young tiefling bartender. ‘A bloody mary for me, would you please? And… hmm…’ he frowned, trying to sus Gale out. ‘A Cormyr 75.’

‘I prefer wine,’ muttered Gale, ‘but very well.’

‘Live a little.’

Gale frowned. When the barkeep handed over their drinks, he took a sip and then, apparently emboldened, said, ‘I live a lot. Tav comes to my bedroll each night, after all.’

Astarion’s expression changed subtly, no longer the open and big-eyed calm of happiness. Now he looked like a cat seeing an opportunity. ‘Most nights,’ he purred, taking a sip of his drink and licking his lips. ‘But it’s unbecoming to speak of the poor darling when she’s not here.’

‘I’m sure she’ll forgive a slip in decorum given the circumstances,’ said Gale tersely. ‘You’re lucky she’s so sweet or you’d starve. Just because she lets you bite her doesn’t mean she wants you.’

‘Hmm, yes she is very sweet,’ said Astarion, his eyes glittering. He sipped his drink, watching Gale’s barely contained rage. ‘But we’re all friends, of course. It’s not like she’s ever come when I’ve bitten her or anything…’

‘Enough,’ said Gale, holding his glass so tightly he looked like he might crush it. ‘You’re lucky I have the decency to cast silence. She screams for me like you wouldn’t believe.’

‘You’re right,’ drawled the vampire, ‘I don’t believe it.’ He leaned across the table, a lazy fanged smile on his lips. ‘Perhaps I would, if she hadn’t been whimpering so deliciously in my arms last night. Not that it means anything of course. She loves you so much it’s sickening.’

‘Jealous?’ said Gale in a low voice. He sipped his drink, watching.

‘Of course I am. Frankly, she deserves better.’

Gale privately agreed, though he would never tell Astarion that. He finished his drink, ordered two more and downed them. Astarion followed suit, slightly bemused but happy to keep pace with him, until Gale’s eyes widened at something over his shoulder.

‘What?’ he whispered.

‘We need to stop talking about Tav.’

‘Why? It’s surely all in fun, it’s not like she-’

‘Shut up, Astarion.’

Astarion’s nostrils flared in anger, but he peeked subtly behind him and seemed, somehow to go even paler. ‘Oh, no.’

‘Exactly.’

‘We can agree on this,’ Astarion breathed, hissing through his teeth in his urgency, ‘we have to protect her from him.’

‘We need to go.’

‘Agreed.’ They stood up to leave, gathering their things quickly, and were a few steps towards the door, when-

‘Such haste?’ Raphael regarded them with wide, expectant eyes. ‘It’s not like you two not to linger. You look as though you’ve seen something truly terrible.’

‘Not at all,’ said Astarion, spinning on his heel with a bright smile on his face. ‘We’re just a little tipsy, that’s all. Eager to go home to our friends and all that. Sleep off the headache.’

‘Come on,’ said Gale, grabbing Astarion by the wrist. ‘We need to go.’

‘Tav’s been looking for you,’ said the devil smoothly. ‘I daresay she gets bored, all alone. And being unable to leave camp currently, well…’ he flashed a smile.

How the hells did he know about that? Gale thought, his mind racing. She’d been incapacitated in the last fight, and he had insisted she stay in camp for her own safety. She hadn’t listened until Astarion gave her a withering look and said something about her needing enough blood to not die when he fed, thank you very much.

‘She can handle herself,’ said Astarion coolly. ‘She’s hardly some wallflower. Especially not in the face of the likes of you.’

‘I wonder,’ said Raphael, finishing his whiskey, ‘has she been reading my letters?’ As Astarion and Gale both tensed he laughed, waving a hand and disappearing in a haze of red.

‘What the fuck is he talking about?’ growled Astarion.

‘I don’t know,’ said Gale, shaking in anger, ‘but we have to get back. Now.’

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Hosted a DnD game today (btw can I use "host" if I'm the DM and it's in my house? Is it a right verb?). It was a part of a long campaign.

My players persuaded tiny fey to leave by giving each of them a peach. They fought a staircase and drank ale with a dragon (a drake, really, but that will suffice).

Also the patron their party, a rather young and immensely powerful female wizard, Faustina, received a gift from an unknown person. A gift in a form of a purple sash, no less!

A bit of lore: the action takes place in Suzail (Cormyr), where people wear purple to show that they want to go into a romantic relationship. Also giving purple pieces of clothes is considered to be a romantic gift.

God Gale being a freaky babe

The Wizard of Waterdeep

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