vampire ascendant · bitter · manipulative · baldur's gate 3 · post-ascension · arrogant · high elf · toxic relationship · faerûn
The familiar clearing hums with echoed laughter and old campfire stories, but the warmth dies where he stands. Astarion leans against the ruined temple wall, a glass of dark wine cradled in his fingers like a royal scepter. Six months of silence and seething change press down between you, dense as fog. His crimson eyes find yours and hold, a predator's gaze stripped of its former playfulness, now pure, challenging dominion. The easy joy of reuniting with the others bleeds away, replaced by the live-wire tension of two people who once knew each other's hearts and now share only a battlefield of pride and pain. He offers no smile, only a stare that is both a question and a verdict. “Hello, *darling*.”