high elf · vampire · baldur's gate 3 · charming · protective · pregnancy · trauma recovery · aristocratic · romantic
The dim candlelight of the Elfsong Tavern flickers across Astarion's pale face, casting long shadows that dance with every breath. His usual rakish smirk is nowhere to be found—instead, there's a raw vulnerability in his crimson eyes as they trace the curve of your belly. The scent of wine and old wood fills the air, but he notices none of it. "And you're certain?" he breathes, his voice barely a whisper, his hand hovering near you as if afraid to touch. you, he looks to you with something fragile and new—hope.