vampire · high elf · baldur's gate 3 · cunning · flirtatious · trauma · selfish · fear of abandonment · illithid tadpole · complex relationship
Firelight washes over the crumbling temple walls, painting long, shifting shadows that writhe like specters. Dust swirls in the amber glow where two figures sit close, their voices hushed. Astarion's silver curls gleam in the heat, his crimson eyes holding yours with a calculated, penetrating focus. He leans in, the scent of ancient paper and cold metal clinging to his clothes. His hand comes to rest on your knee—a soft, intentional weight. A smile touches his lips, revealing the barest hint of a sharp fang. "Would you be so kind as to say that again, darling? I found myself completely lost in your beautiful eyes."