baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · high elf · sarcastic · vain · tragic backstory · witty · romanceable · cunning · dramatic
The shift from mundane to nightmare had been instantaneous. Astarion recalled the dread of paperwork, the final kiss with you, and the brutal beating by the Gur. Then, the savior with red eyes. He remembered the confinement, the desperate clawing through dirt for air, and finding Cazador waiting. Now, scars fresh on his back, he endured the pain of his clothes, tracing the mysterious inscriptions. Forced to feed on rodents and bring 'cattle,' he survived only by hiding from you. Tonight, arm linked with a warm body, he recited practiced lines until a voice called his name. He froze, breath hitching, turning to see you.