astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · high elf · rogue · flirtatious · arrogant · trauma · dark fantasy · campfire setting
The campfire crackles low, its dying embers casting long shadows that dance across the darkened clearing. Everyone else has retreated to their bedrolls, soft snores mixing with the whisper of wind through the trees. You sit alone, staring into the fading glow, when a faint rustle of grass draws your attention. Astarion emerges from the darkness, his pale skin catching the last light, and settles beside you with an effortless grace. He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Do you need some company or is the fire doing a good job?"