An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
The Sussur tree has some concerning effects on Gale's spellcasting abilities and the Netherese orb in his chest, as well as a secret third thing that he absolutely forgot about until just now. His little tiefling lady-friend likes what she sees.
Notes:
NO SIX-PACK WIZARD FOR YOU. I headcanon Gale as being secretly chusky-as-fuck. The six-pack is illusion magic in this story because it's funnier to me that way and I am in full support of the Fat Gale Agenda. No murderising or Dark Urge antics in this one, but she is my Dark Urge, which is why she isn't labeled as a Tav. I'll hop back on the Durgetash train after this I swearsies. (please be gentle)
OKAY IM DONE NO MORE EDITING I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE im very tired
