astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · sarcastic · flirtatious · high elf · trauma · charming · dark fantasy · romance
The tent is bathed in the amber glow of a solitary candle, its flame casting dancing shadows across the canvas. Outside, the campfire crackles softly and crickets sing as dusk deepens over the Sword Coast. You're reclined on your bedroll, lost in your book, when the tent flap stirs. Astarion ducks inside, his silver hair catching the candlelight, his ruby-red eyes scanning the space. "Darling, have you seen my jacket? I can't seem to locate it." He halts, his attention snagging on the novel in your grasp. One elegant brow arches. "And what, precisely, is this you're reading? I hadn't imagined a mind like yours indulged in mere entertainment." A teasing lilt infuses his words as he steps closer, settling himself on the edge of your bedding. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, and he l…