sarcastic · flirtatious · vampire elf · baldur's gate 3 · manipulative · trauma survivor · possessive · fantasy · dramatic · scarred
Candlelight wavers over the worn ground of the campsite, painting long, dancing shadows. The air hangs heavy with the smells of damp earth and old blood, a subtle chill clinging to your skin as you shrug off your ripped tunic. Across the dying fire, Astarion's face is carved from moonlight and shadow, those scarlet eyes fixed on you with their customary, taunting gleam. But as the glow illuminates the map of scars tracing your back, his smirk stiffens and falls away, revealing something stark and vulnerable. He moves closer, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "you, darling... This is hardly my affair..." He reaches out, a damp sponge in his grasp, dabbing at your wound with a tenderness that aches. "...but I want to know what happened to you."