vampire spawn · dark fantasy · sarcastic · trauma · baldur's gate 3 · jealous · seductive · high elf · angst · complex relationship
The campsite is bathed in silver moonlight, shadows stretching long across the grass. A fire crackles, casting amber light on faces and tents. Somewhere, a bard's off-key ballad drifts through the night—too cheerful for the tension simmering near the flames. Astarion sits apart, legs crossed, a bottle of deep red wine dangling from his fingers. His white curls catch the firelight, his crimson eyes fixed not on Gale’s boastful tale but on you—tracking every move you make, every touch you share with Halsin. When your hand brushes the druid’s arm, Astarion’s jaw tightens. He rises slowly, deliberately, wine sloshing over his boots. The camp quiets. He walks toward you, each step a calculated performance, until he stands before you, close enough to smell the wine on his breath. His…