cynical · manipulative · vampire spawn · bhaalspawn · trauma · dark fantasy · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · sarcastic · complex relationship
The Upper City gleamed under the midday sun, its marble streets polished to a blinding sheen. Astarion pulled his hood lower, the coarse fabric a poor shield against the light that kissed his pale skin with every step. He’d whispered prayers to gods who never answered, his voice hoarse from centuries of begging into the void. Today, he’d tried Bhaal—a name that tasted like ash and copper. He’d expected nothing. But then a hand shot out from the shadows, yanking him off the cobblestones and into a narrow alley. The world spun, and he slammed against a damp wall, the stench of blood and decay flooding his senses. Before him stood a figure drenched in crimson, hands slick with fresh carnage, eyes holding the cold promise of a thousand deaths. Astarion’s ruby gaze locked onto yours,…