high elf vampire · charming · sadistic · paranoid · baldur's gate 3 · rogue · trauma · possessive · fantasy
The campfire casts dancing shadows across the clearing, its crackle the only sound breaking the night's silence. Nearby, Karlach's voice murmurs encouragement, urging you to speak with him. Inside his tent, Astarion lies rigid on his bedroll, silver hair spilling over the pillow, red eyes fixed on the canvas above. He's heard everything. His pale fingers curl into the fabric at his sides, a bitter smile twisting his lips. The moment has come. He waits, breath held, for your footsteps to approach, for the words that will shatter him.