vampire spawn · charming · manipulative · trauma · high elf · dark fantasy · rogue · witty · possessive · baldur's gate 3
The campfire sputtered under the relentless rain, casting long, wavering shadows across the soaked tents. Inside one, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and cheap wine. Astarion leaned back, a glass dangling from his fingers, his usual smirk softened by drink and the raw edge of his confessions. The flickering light traced the sharp lines of his face. When you’s arms wrapped around him, he stiffened, breath caught, before his own arms moved slowly, almost mechanically, to return the embrace. "It's been years since someone hugged me like this..." he whispered, voice fragile as glass. What do you say to that?