[Even at a great distance, there is no mistaking her. A flash of brilliant red, the unmistakable ripple of magic that stands apart from the Weave and yet remains familiar to him, the arcane pulse that may well be the Emerald Witch's heartbeat.
She had done it. He had toiled for months, intent on finding his way back to her, and for perhaps the first time in his life, he is truly glad to have been shown up— he had never doubted her, not for a moment; his heart had always been equal parts brilliant and stubborn.
He races towards her, water rippling in his wake as his spell breaks the surface tension and he leaves his companion behind, no longer bearing thought for anything but the woman running across the water towards him— that he is still alive to see her again, that they have conquered the divide between worlds to see one another are both miracles in their own right, and nothing matters but reaching her.]
Amelia!
[She calls his name, and he pushes himself forward; nothing else registers and time itself feels suspended. He is near breathless, momentarily lost for words when he reaches her, extending a hand to catch her arm and pull her into a tight embrace, twining his arms around her and burying his face against her hair. His heart beats fit to burst out of his chest before it catches in his throat; he inhales the scent of her for the first time in months and slowly, steadily finds his voice, holding her against his chest as they both hover above the water, and a laugh escapes him, amazed and half-startled.]
I should have known you would be the one to crack it, my heart.
[Her heart leaps as he becomes clearer in her view and it hastens her feet as flower petals and blades of grass fly all around her. When he calls her name her heart gets caught in her throat and there's almost a small fear of this being too good to be true and that there will be one last second mistake that would make this all disappear.
But Gale doesn't disappear. He extends his hand towards her and pulls her into his arms and her own automatically wraps around him. His warmth envelopes her in a way nothing else, no one else ever could and the witch chokes down a sob that threatens to escape her from all the sheer relief and the overwhelming success of hope that shakes her very foundation.
For once, a miracle didn't go wrong for the Emerald Witch.
She takes a deep and shuddery breath as she finds her voice.]
You're... You're alive.
[Amelia doesn't even care that her words come out raspy or about her lack of composure in her tone. Her hands find their way to his face and she only draws back enough to look into his eyes while her thumb traces his cheek.]
[He laughs again as he turns his face into her touch; there is genuine joy there, but something else, as well— disbelief, perhaps, that this has truly come to pass, at all that had come before this.]
You almost were.
[There's a faint smile as he makes that particular confession, and his hold on her tightens just slightly, as though if he doesn't hold on tightly enough, she'll slip away as suddenly as she'd appeared— something he absolutely cannot risk, and the weight of his gaze as she meets it is broken only by the threat of tears that has begun.]
Then I remembered I had something to fight to live for— a promise to keep. This once, I am overjoyed to have been outdone.
[It didn't matter which of them found the other first, only that they had.]
[If she was more collected in the moment, she would have admitted she needed a push in the right direction via the Witch King, but that's neither here nor there. Gale in front of her and being in each other's arms, is all that matters. His admittance and the intensity of his gaze causes unavoidable tears to well up in the corner of her eyes. Amelia defiantly rubs them away with the back of her fist]
Well... [Hold on, she'll reach up catch any tears from her beloved's eyes while holding his face.]
I think you'll be pleased to know you were always going to be my most pressing matter. Home itself isn't in any dire straits compared to... Well, I'm here now anyways.
[The witch glances back and forth and behind Gale, noting that there is a boat with someone witnessing their reunion.]
Should we go back to shore? There's a lot to catch up on and... Oh, god. How long has it been for you?
[Probably not years, thankfully, but it had been at least three months for her.]
[His smile crooks fondly to one side as her thumb gently swipes away the tears that threaten to fall— she, too, had been his utmost priority, once he had been free to pursue it, and he can only pull her into another tight embrace for a moment, unable to truly express his gladness in words. It was not often that Gale of Waterdeep found himself unable to articulate something, but some moments were too big for even his vocabulary to sufficiently capture.]
If I weren't holding you right now, I would hardly believe it— even so, it almost feels too good to be true, but—
[She draws his attention to the boat he had left behind; he looks back just in time to see Shadowheart raise a hand to hail them, and he exhales another peal of awed laughter, shaking his head.]
You're quite right. We've much to talk about, and we would be better served by having our feet on dry land. [He turns just enough to gesture broadly towards the docks, his smile blooming wider.] Welcome, my love, to Baldur's Gate— the Sword Coast's 'Halfway to Everywhere.'
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She had done it. He had toiled for months, intent on finding his way back to her, and for perhaps the first time in his life, he is truly glad to have been shown up— he had never doubted her, not for a moment; his heart had always been equal parts brilliant and stubborn.
He races towards her, water rippling in his wake as his spell breaks the surface tension and he leaves his companion behind, no longer bearing thought for anything but the woman running across the water towards him— that he is still alive to see her again, that they have conquered the divide between worlds to see one another are both miracles in their own right, and nothing matters but reaching her.]
Amelia!
[She calls his name, and he pushes himself forward; nothing else registers and time itself feels suspended. He is near breathless, momentarily lost for words when he reaches her, extending a hand to catch her arm and pull her into a tight embrace, twining his arms around her and burying his face against her hair. His heart beats fit to burst out of his chest before it catches in his throat; he inhales the scent of her for the first time in months and slowly, steadily finds his voice, holding her against his chest as they both hover above the water, and a laugh escapes him, amazed and half-startled.]
I should have known you would be the one to crack it, my heart.
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But Gale doesn't disappear. He extends his hand towards her and pulls her into his arms and her own automatically wraps around him. His warmth envelopes her in a way nothing else, no one else ever could and the witch chokes down a sob that threatens to escape her from all the sheer relief and the overwhelming success of hope that shakes her very foundation.
For once, a miracle didn't go wrong for the Emerald Witch.
She takes a deep and shuddery breath as she finds her voice.]
You're... You're alive.
[Amelia doesn't even care that her words come out raspy or about her lack of composure in her tone. Her hands find their way to his face and she only draws back enough to look into his eyes while her thumb traces his cheek.]
I thought I'd be too late.
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You almost were.
[There's a faint smile as he makes that particular confession, and his hold on her tightens just slightly, as though if he doesn't hold on tightly enough, she'll slip away as suddenly as she'd appeared— something he absolutely cannot risk, and the weight of his gaze as she meets it is broken only by the threat of tears that has begun.]
Then I remembered I had something to fight to live for— a promise to keep. This once, I am overjoyed to have been outdone.
[It didn't matter which of them found the other first, only that they had.]
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Well... [Hold on, she'll reach up catch any tears from her beloved's eyes while holding his face.]
I think you'll be pleased to know you were always going to be my most pressing matter. Home itself isn't in any dire straits compared to... Well, I'm here now anyways.
[The witch glances back and forth and behind Gale, noting that there is a boat with someone witnessing their reunion.]
Should we go back to shore? There's a lot to catch up on and... Oh, god. How long has it been for you?
[Probably not years, thankfully, but it had been at least three months for her.]
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If I weren't holding you right now, I would hardly believe it— even so, it almost feels too good to be true, but—
[She draws his attention to the boat he had left behind; he looks back just in time to see Shadowheart raise a hand to hail them, and he exhales another peal of awed laughter, shaking his head.]
You're quite right. We've much to talk about, and we would be better served by having our feet on dry land. [He turns just enough to gesture broadly towards the docks, his smile blooming wider.] Welcome, my love, to Baldur's Gate— the Sword Coast's 'Halfway to Everywhere.'