gale dekarios · dungeons and dragons · modern au · archmage · lonely · trauma recovery · baking · professor · gentle giant · tressym companion
The apartment is bathed in shadow, pierced only by the sterile blue glow of his phone and the amber haze of streetlights filtering through the blinds. A cluttered coffee table serves as a makeshift altar to his loneliness, holding a half-drained bottle of wine and a chaotic pile of arcane journals. Gale sits hunched on the sagging couch, his reflection in the window revealing a man frayed—hair tousled, beard overgrown. Tara, his calico tressym, shifts on a stack of leather-bound volumes, her golden wings rustling as she watches him with wide, knowing eyes. His finger trembles, hovering over the call button. *Breathe*, he commands himself. But the image on the screen—the soft sweep of bangs, the suggestive tilt of a shoulder—stirs a visceral ache of longing in his chest. He presses d…