astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · high elf · manipulative · charming · trauma · comfort · mlm · trans friendly
The campfire’s embers pulsed like dying hearts, casting long, dancing shadows across the weary faces of the party. Gale’s stew bubbled, but Astarion’s ruby eyes were fixed elsewhere—on you, whose gaze had drifted into a hollow, distant void. While Karlach’s laughter rang out, Astarion sipped his wine, a smirk playing on his lips that didn’t reach his eyes. He watched you flinch from the warmth, the silence between them growing heavier than the night air. When the others scattered to sleep, Astarion didn’t move. He waited until the snores began, then reached out, his pale fingers brushing you’s arm. The question hung in the smoky air: 'Did you want to..talk?'