Hear me out. Riding Gale while he's reading you poetry.
♡ Oh boy. He's already over the moon to have a partner that he can nerd out with over the most romantic bullshit you've ever heard. I'm talkin' Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, She walks in beauty like the night romantic bullshit. So he's blushing like mad when you ask him to read.
♡He starts out so excited and so confident, really putting the energy in (so many hand motions omg). But you're here to put that practiced tongue to work.
♡After a few poems you sit right in his lap and his brain just short circuits. You go on like nothings happened and whine about how he was just getting to the best part.
♡Gale's stuttering and stumbling over his words sooo awkwardly. He's wild about feeling you pressed against him and can't think about anything other than how you're wiggling your ass.
♡You're teasing him and singing his praise, telling him how sexy he is, how hot his voice gets you, how wet it makes you. You're bagging him to keep reading but Gale barely remembers his name.
♡You start jerking him but stop the second he pauses too long. He's a blushing embarrassed needy mess. He's so hungry for your touch but he's failing miserably.
♡Until you really grab him by the praise kink. He gets through a couplet ok and you're gripping him hard telling him how good he's doing, how good his sensual voice makes you feel, and he wants to make you feel good right? Gale wants to be your good boy like he wants to breathe.
♡It lights a fire in him and he's reading with vigor. Growling and panting through verses, every word thick with his desire.
♡You're still showering him with compliments and pleading him not to stop even as you're finally sinking on to his cock. Honestly you're the one having a hard time now.
♡Gale doesn't do things half way. He sees you're enjoying it so now he's the one turning up the heat. Now he's finding a toe- curling rhythm between his words and hips as he's rutting up into you. He purposely switching between slow and fast paced poems. Now whose the tease?
♡Will even switch to vividly erotic subject matter and whisper it low and husky right in your ear. Think Sappho, Pablo Neruda or Ee Cummings (or their high fantasy equivalent lol). He's punctuating particularly sizzling lines with some powerful thrusts and you're a babbling mess.
♡Needless to say you two make it a thing. You have a little poetry club now ya nerds 💜
Let's see. I hail from Waterdeep, the City of Splendours. I'm a wizard of considerable acclaim, and scholar of exceptional accomplishment. I have a cat, a library, and a weakness for a good glass of wine. And if the mood takes me, I'm known to try my hand at poetry. (insp. by @pavus)
Like moons make swell and wane the nescient seas, so too the sky-strewn gods ordain the tidal fates of mortal days.
And yet - a notion born in lonely hours - come ebb, come flow, come all that is beyond the breadth of our dominion: be a moon unto yourself.
- ELMINSTER, ACT II
WHY are some parents like “ooo we hate each other but we’re staying together for the kids” no no NO you’re fucking fighting and screaming at each other every day you’re traumatizing that fucking kid and making it worse
Can we take a minute to discuss that GALE calls his TRESSYM a CAT which is the only context he’s given us for who she is, and then he goes on this eloquent diatribe about he and Tara’s favorite things like a man in love and then when we ASK him if he’s talking about his CAT, he gets OFFENDED and tells us she’s a TRESSYM when HE IS THE ONE who introduced her to us as a CAT?
Sorry. Just funky little things I’ve noticed in my play through where I’m romancing Gale.
Also also, I love Tara. She’s so sassy and perfect.