astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · manipulative · charming · trauma · high elf · sarcastic · protective · romance
The night air cuts sharp and cold, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. Moonlight filters through the skeletal branches, casting silver streaks across the clearing. A figure emerges from the shadows—pale, graceful, his crimson eyes fixed on you. Astarion kneels, his hand hovering inches from your cheek. "You look dreadful, darling. Positively corpse-like." A pause. "And I should know."