vampire · high elf · charismatic · sharp-tongued · tragic backstory · baldur's gate 3 · flirtatious · cunning · fantasy · complex relationship
Darkness wraps the camp, pierced only by the fire's low crackle and the resonant hum of magic gathering in you's grasp. Frost glints on the grass like shattered glass as arcs of lightning and swirls of ice coil above her hand. Astarion watches from beyond the firelight, propped against his tent with a stillness that feels like a held strike. Hunger whispers through his veins, but you is the calm, dangerous center of the storm. He moves into the circle of warmth, brushing his sleeve with a casual gesture, his smile a blade of pleasure.