And Onto Further Stillness
Characters: Gale, Yrelia, Tara, the Tadfools
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Implied sexual themes
Notes: Now that I got over my nervousness of being more than 100k words, I'm writing like I'm getting paid. My roommate also assured me that it's impressive that I can write so much so that made me feel better. It ALSO helps that I finally figured out the events right before and during their wedding >:).
In any case, I don't really enjoy writing out scenes from the game (or shows) in my writing because you already know what happens. You've played the game/watched the show. It's the before, the in between, and the after that I enjoy writing about. Here's Gale's feelings during the epilogue party. His joy and his pride.
They were back in Baldur’s Gate. Gale and Yrelia were back in Baldur’s Gate.
It had been six months since they had left the city, leaving behind tadpoles, battles, and trauma; and now they were back. Though, it wasn’t for any adventure or quest, it was for a party. A party to celebrate their achievement! To celebrate that they saved the Sword Coast! This would be a most joyous occasion.
Gale made sure to stay at the same inns that they had six months ago. A bit of nostalgia from when he had first proposed, and they were still nervous and scared about what the future might bring. Yrelia noticed while they laid in bed at the second inn, a comfortable thing that had incredible scones. The scone of the season was orange peel and cranberry, and they were frightfully good.
“Are we staying at all of them?” Yrelia asked as she reclined on the bed. She smiled at him as he changed from his outerwear into pajama pants.
“Perhaps. Well, if we can. Who’s to say that some won’t be at full occupancy?"
Her smile grew. “Trying to recreate some memories?” That was her teasing tone. The one that let him know she had a very specific thought in mind. “What was it? The fourth night or the fifth that you…?”
“Fifth,” he said, because, of course, he knew exactly what she was referring to. He walked over to her and took her hand that she had held out for him. He brought her palm to his lips and kissed it. “I am trying to recreate memories of our first days after we became engaged.” She grinned and grabbed his hand, pulling him on top of her. She ran her hands up his arms before wrapping them around his neck. “They are very important moments.”
She hummed and then accepted his kiss. She played with his hair that he had begun to grow longer. “That’s very true,” she agreed. “It was nice to just…relax.”
He grinned and kissed her again. “My lady, I don’t think “relaxed” is what we should call what we did,” he teased and she giggled.
“Especially on that fifth night.” She tapped his nose and then laughed as he buried his face in her neck and bit her throat.
Gale was glad Yrelia was back to herself. She was smiling again, she was laughing. Her hair was in a large, pretty braid with ribbons and flowers sewn in. She crowned him with a circle of flowers before kissing him. The skirt of her purple and gold dress (to match him) almost couldn’t keep up with her. It spun around her, it flew back, it looked so mesmerizing as she flitted around.
On the road she was so…so…unapologetic.
Now that she was back to being herself, she didn’t hold back on him anymore. Her grief, despite there still being a miniscule fraction within her heart, had been accepted. She had made peace with what happened, with herself, with her life. She had come to him the night before they left, five days after Cyr had his most uninhibited tantrum, and told Gale that she was finally content with what happened, she had accepted her past and she was finally happy to have someone who loved her so selflessly.
She was back.
She hadn’t cried since they had left Waterdeep and she was so affectionate. She told him that she loved him over and over. Kissing his face, his hands, his chest. She spoke about returning to Waterdeep and having lunch with their family. She happily spoke about their wedding plans and promised that her dress would be something he would love.
In bed they barely held back. It was sensual, it reminded him of the first time after everything. After the tadpoles, the Elder Brain, the orb. When they realized they were alive, they were engaged, and they were going home. When they were together and finally alone. Two people who loved each other through so much heartache and trauma, two bodies that seemed to fit together so well.
And it was like that again. Yrelia had recovered, she was at peace. She mumbled how much she loved him in the midst of bliss, in the afterglow as they breathed deeply onto each other’s skin.
“I’m going to clean our tower when we return,” she said as she laid naked atop of him. His fingers were softly tracing her spine as her fingers brushed across his face and neck.
“My love, perhaps we need to have a conversation about appropriate pillow talk?”
She grinned in response before kissing him. “It’s a new year,” she started again, “and I believe that means a good fresh start to our home.” He hummed in response. “I will make sure the tower smells like pumpkin pie and vanilla.”
“That does sound ever so tempting,” he concurred. “Yrelia, don’t push yourself. You’ve been so exhausted, I would hate for you to harm yourself. Remember our conversation about letting yourself relax?”
“Oh, don't worry so much," she said and kissed the wrinkle in this brow. "You know how much I love cleaning and keeping our tower warm and welcoming,” she grinned at him. “I even have a plan to make Tara something quite comfortable in our room.” She kissed his nose. "But thank you for worrying about me. I do love that about you."
He smiled warmly at her. “Well, I suppose I can agree to that,” he said and kissed her forehead. “Lia,” he breathed out, “I’m overjoyed that you’re feeling better.”
She let out a soft chuckle, “Me too.”
He was thrilled to be at the party. Everyone seemed so…happy to see him. Karlach knocked the wind out of him when she picked both him and Yrelia up in a hug, Shadowheart spoke to them both about visiting them again, Wyll danced with Yrelia and then offered to dance with him, Lae’zel’s projection made sure to ask him if he was still working out and learning to properly fight (and the Yrelia yelled from where she was speaking with Astarion that she was working on his strength), and Halsin presented them a with a wedding present with an apology that he couldn’t make it. Even Astarion was in a good enough mood that he was…not annoyed to see Gale again.
“She seems happy,” Tara commented as they watched Yrelia be picked up into another hug by Karlach.
“She is,” Gale agreed. “I think she forgot how much they all loved her.”
“How unfortunate,” she sighed, “but after this past month, it doesn’t surprise me. That horrible man and then Cyr throwing a most selfish tantrum, it’s no wonder she has been exhausted.” Tara flew up into the air. “It is promising that she’s acting like this, perhaps she will be willing to start making dinner again, I do miss her roasted pigeon.”
“Do you prefer that these days?” He teased her.
“Mister Dekarios, don’t be preposterous.” He chuckled in response.
Gale did get a tad tipsy as he spoke to his friends. They all ate and drank and played card games. Everyone commented on how engagement looked on them. He and Yrelia looked…good. They looked healthy. They looked happy .
They both invited everyone to their wedding but understood if they couldn’t make it. Everyone was an adventurer in their own way. It was really only Gale and Yrelia who were able to settle down into a comfortable, safe, and warm life, where their biggest conflict was whether they had the right cheese for their charcuterie board party. And, of course, everything that Yrelia had just gone through, but she came out stronger because of it. She told him that she loved him even more because of it, and, most importantly, she loved herself more.
Everyone retired after about 3:00 in the morning. They went into their tents, mumbling half drunk “good night's".
Gale ran his fingers through Yrelia’s black hair as it was fanned out on their pillow. Yrelia smiled at him, reaching for his face and cupping his cheek. She pulled him in and they kissed softly.
“Have I told you recently how much I love you?” She murmured and kissed him again.
“You have,” he said and kissed her. “Two nights ago.”
She hummed and then grinned when he kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Can you believe we lived like this for so long?”
“And yet you try to do this for fun.” She snorted. “All that I’m trying to say, my dear lady, is that it is far preferable to have a nice book, a rich glass of wine, and a comfortable bed in which we would engage in a quite enjoyable activity, nay, activities, and then follow up with a restful sleep.”
She grinned and pulled him in for another kiss. “I love you,” she said.
“I love you, too. Now, tell me, dearest, how many glasses of wine did you have tonight? You know red does give you acid reflux if you have too much."
She grinned. “I only had one glass of red wine.” He raised his brow at her and she chuckled. “And a bit of white wine and a rosé, and some ale, and a glass of that very smooth whiskey.” She kissed his nose.
“So you will be having acid reflux,” he teased. “Not too worry, my love, I have bought heartburn relief for this very situation.”
She chuckled again. “You know, I’m not telling you how much I love you because I’m a little tipsy.” He smiled at her. “You are my favorite person, after all.”
“Such flattery,” he said, a bit bashfully. “You just might inflate my ego, darling.”
She giggled. “Oh, I think on this matter, that’s alright.” She kissed his chin.
“Tara might protest. She already thinks that you spoil me.” Tara cleared her throat. “You see?”
Yrelia laughed softly. “Oh, come now, you two. Allow me to enjoy my fiancé. I think he’s pretty great.”
Gale kissed her softly. “I love you,” he breathed. “Thank you for coming with me to Waterdeep.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a warm smile, “I haven’t regretted it once.”
Gale nuzzled her nose. “Not even when Cyr had a tantrum?”
Yrelia snorted. “Darling, be nice.”
“Should I be?”
“Hmmm, I guess you’re allowed to be annoyed. He did insult you.”
“Lia, I was more upset about what he said about you than what he said about me, as offensive as it was.”
“It was quite insulting,” Tara agreed, “and quite ungrateful. We opened our home to him, Miss Rosewood.”
“I know,” she sighed, “but let’s not talk about that now. I want to end the night positively.”
“As you wish,” Gale said with a warm grin. “Come Tara, I believe this is family time.”
Tara sighed like she was put out. “As you say, Mister Dekarios.” She walked over and curled between him and Yrelia.
Yrelia fell asleep with Tara curled up to her chest. Gale watched them, not wanting to fall asleep just quite yet. He wanted to watch his family; his fiancée and his best friend. He wanted to bask in the joy that was his life now. There was warmth and sweetness. There was happiness, there was love.
There was no longer a loneliness in his heart that he had tried to ignore for many years. Too many years.
Yrelia shifted and opened her weary eyes. She took a deep breath and then yawned. “Beloved,” she whispered, “I can’t sleep while you’re still awake.”
He let out a quiet, breathy chuckle. “Have we reached that point in our relationship?” He waved his hand and the soft light from an illuminated ball fizzled out. He laid down and kissed her forehead.
“I reached it-” she yawned again, “-seven months ago.”
Another chuckle came from his throat. “I have been a most selfish fiancé to you then,” he said lightly, “I’ll make sure to remember that from now on.
“Good,” she mumbled quietly. He kissed her nose. She closed her eyes and breathing became even. He smiled at her and kissed her closed eyes softly.
“I love you,” he whispered. “Thank you for everything.”
He breathed for a moment, breathing in the smoky, warm air from the campfire, breathing in Yrelia’s dulled perfume, and just breathing in the night with his loved ones. He knew true peace now. Despite it being chilly outside and laying on the ground, he was so incredibly happy.
And it was because of Yrelia. Without her he would still be vying for Mystra’s forgiveness, he would still be suffering, he would still be stuck in the rock if not dead. So, even though it was cold and uncomfortable he didn’t mind. He was amongst friends, Tara had stayed with him despite everything, and he had Yrelia.
What more could he want?
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With you, I forget my goddess
So, I have completed Bg3 twice now, but on both runs I’ve romanced Gale (truly shocking, I know) and therefore I had never seen Gale’s non-romance discussion with Tav about the Annals of Karsus.
I recently got to see it, and what surprised me the most is how extremely angry and bitter Gale is about Mystra’s treatment of him. Rightfully and understandably so, but it’s something we do not see or experience in the romance version.
This got me thinking about the difference in Gale’s reactions in the friendship vs romance scenes, why they are different, and also how this relates to the complaints I’ve read about Gale ‘still not being over Mystra even when romancing Tav’.
(Note that I’m mainly going to focus on the portions of each dialogue that relate to Mystra in particular, and I’m not referencing the ‘alternate’ boat scene w/Gale—where he tells you beforehand that he will return the crown to her—since he doesn’t mention Mystra at all there.)
Screencaps below are from @munmomuu’s wonderful video on YouTube. The screencaps take place after Gale has read the Karsus book. If you are romancing him, before you reach this point, the conversation ends because he tells you he wants to discuss it later “in private,” during the boat scene.
But in a friendship run, he will explain what he’s read to you and then begin to make his case for using the crown:
Gale: Some gods may delude themselves into believing they care about their worshippers, but when it comes down to it - we’re all expendable. Children to be appeased, not respected.
Gale: I worshipped Mystra loyally for years, and in that time she granted me the barest sliver of the power I was ready to wield.
Gale: Even with the fate of the world at stake, she had little more to offer me than the means of blowing myself up at a more convenient time. She’s done nothing to help us.
There then comes a dialogue branch where Tav can ask this:
And Gale replies, with understandable bitterness:
Gale: She sent me to die.
Look at how angry he is during this whole exchange, and how he focuses all that anger on the past, and what Mystra has done to him (or not done, as he points out she’s offered them no help at all.)
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Now let’s compare this to his Mystra dialogue in the boat scene:
Gale: I’ve already defied Mystra. Had I followed her command, there’d be nothing left of me but a smoking crater.
Gale: The tadpoles, the orb - these threats to our existence - the gods could aid us if they wished, but instead they cower behind Ao. So let us act ourselves.
Gale: I used to believe Mystra’s forgiveness was worth dying for. But I was wrong. You showed me just how much I have to live for.
Notice how there’s no fiery anger at Mystra here, just Gale’s resigned belief that the Gods have failed them.
So what’s the key component that makes Gale react so differently in each scenario?
It is, of course, Tav.
More specifically, it’s Tav’s love for him, which has clearly helped his heart heal from the trauma that he’s experienced. Yes, Tav’s friendship is extremely important as well, and yes, Gale is still insecure even with Tav’s love (‘you would really prefer me as I am?’) but the extreme bitterness, the anger, all of that is gone. Here, Gale is no longer hung up on Mystra and the past; he’s looking to the future. Because now that he has Tav, what he desires most is to take his life and his fate back from the Gods and into his own hands—with Tav at his side.
The irony is that some people complain about Gale ‘not being over Mystra’ while he’s actively romancing Tav, but just look at the difference in the dialogue! Look at how focused he is on Mystra when he is not romancing Tav, and then how she becomes a mere afterthought once Tav has claimed his heart.
I really enjoyed seeing this level of detail. I think it perfectly illustrates Gale’s frame of mind in each scenario, as well as showing the positive impact Tav’s love has on Gale.
And last but not least—it confirms that Gale was not exaggerating when he says this:
Gale: With you, I forget my goddess. I love you.
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