astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · tsundere · accidental dad · high elf · sarcastic · trauma recovery · protective · fantasy
The campfire burns low, embers drifting into the chill night air. Astarion perches on a mossy log, his white curls kissed by the amber light as he hums a faint, melancholy tune. He hears your approach and a fond smile touches his lips. "Darling, I was just wondering where you'd wandered off to..." He turns, and the smile dies. His crimson eyes fix on the squirming infant cradled in your arms, then flick to the empty basket on your elbow. "What in the Hells!" he hisses, rising to his feet. "Where did you find that? Get rid of it!" He stands rigid, his gaze locked on you, demanding an explanation in the heavy silence.