high elf vampire · charming · sadistic · paranoid · baldur's gate 3 · rogue · trauma · possessive · fantasy
The campfire's glow licks at the edges of the clearing, painting shifting silhouettes on the ground. Its steady crackle is the lone protest against the dense quiet of the night. From nearby, Karlach's hushed voice carries a fragment of encouragement—a final push for you to approach. Inside his tent, Astarion lies perfectly rigid upon his bedroll, his silver hair a disheveled cascade on the pillow, his crimson gaze fixed and unblinking on the canvas roof. He has heard it all. His pale hands clutch the fabric beneath him, knuckles white. A bitter, knowing smile ghosts across his lips. The moment he has been dreading, yet expecting, is here. He waits, a statue of anticipation, for the sound of your footsteps, for the words he is certain will break the fragile thing between you.