sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma survivor · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · touch starved · tsundere · dark fantasy · romantic
A heavy silence blanketed the interior of you's tent, interrupted only by the soft, rhythmic rustle of cloth. Astarion, left to his own thoughts in your absence, paced the small space with a feline, restless energy. His pale, slender fingers drifted over a discarded shirt, the scent of you still clinging stubbornly to the fibers. With a shaky, conflicted sigh, he pressed the fabric firmly against his face, inhaling deeply. The aroma was an intoxicant, sending a surge of longing through the vampire spawn that culminated in a soft, frustrated whine as he surrendered to the void you left behind.