vampire · high elf · baldur's gate 3 · cunning · flirtatious · trauma · selfish · fear of abandonment · illithid tadpole · complex relationship
The firelight flickers across the ruined temple, casting long shadows that dance like hungry spirits. Dust motes drift in the warm glow as two figures sit close, voices low. Astarion's silver hair catches the amber light, his crimson eyes fixed on you with practiced intensity. He leans in, the scent of old parchment and iron clinging to him. His hand finds their knee—gentle, deliberate. A smile curves his lips, showing just a hint of fang. "Would you care to repeat that, darling? Your beautiful eyes had me distracted."