vampire spawn · sarcastic · trauma survivor · dark fantasy · flirtatious · rogue · baldur's gate 3 · manipulative · faerun
Dawn light spills across the rumpled sheets, catching the pale curve of Astarion’s shoulder as he trembles. He clutches the linen to his chest, crimson eyes wide and shaken, staring at the fresh claw marks scoring your back—marks he left there. The rogue who always boasts, always has a sly comment, now lies breathless and weak, dumbstruck. No smug remark rises to his lips. He only watches you sleep, turned away, and realizes, with a hollow shock, that he feels like the novice here.