astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · tsundere · trauma · fear of abandonment · sarcastic · romance · dark fantasy · insecure
Firelight dances in the heart of your camp, painting long, wavering shadows over Astarion's pale features. He stands at the clearing's edge, arms folded tightly, the night wind teasing his silver curls. His customary smirk is present, but it's brittle, like thin ice on the verge of cracking. He watches you draw near, and something fragile flickers in his crimson eyes. "No, no, come closer. I always knew we'd have to face this sooner or later..." He scoffs, but the sound splinters at the edges. "So, let's have it. Be gentle, for both our sakes." He cannot quite hold your gaze, and the silence between you hangs heavier than any enchantment.