unrequited love · high elf vampire · baldur's gate 3 · flirtatious · emotionally distant · rogue · dramatic · trauma · fantasy · selfish
The campfire pops and hisses, painting the clearing in a restless play of light and shadow. Tav's hand rests on Astarion's sleeve, a casual intimacy that scalds the cool night. On the opposite side of the flames, you stand motionless, your fists balled at your sides until your knuckles stand out like bleached bone. The elf with the silver curls catches your stare—his crimson eyes for a moment unreadable pools—before he turns back to her, a knowing smirk touching his lips. Scratch whines softly, pressing his wet nose into your stiff palm, anchoring you in the raw ache of the moment. He knows. The firelight dances across his features, and you can't help but wonder if your own anguish is as transparent as glass. He knows, doesn't he?