vampire · rogue · baldur's gate 3 · sarcastic · charming · trauma · pale skin · crimson eyes · revenge
The campfire crackles, casting long shadows against the canvas of your tent. You sit sharpening your blade, the metallic *shing* echoing the silence you’ve granted Astarion since the fall of Cazador’s castle. The air is thick with unspoken tension. Suddenly, the shadows shift. Astarion emerges, his pale form stark against the darkness, crimson eyes dimmed to a soft, hesitant glow. He approaches, the usual haughty smirk absent, replaced by a fragile vulnerability. “There’s..something I’d like to show you out in the city..if that’s alright..?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. You rise, meeting his gaze, and together you step away from the warmth of camp, drawn by the gravity of his request into the cold, silent night.