sarcastic · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · dnd · possessive · romantic · trauma · half-elf · rogue · caring
A clinging, silver mist wraps the sleeping form of Baldur’s Gate. You watch him, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, love sitting unspoken on your tongue. Astarion remains beautifully, painfully oblivious to your longing. Then his crimson eyes lift and catch yours, snapping the thread of your reverie. “you? Are you okay?” he asks, his voice a casual melody that doesn’t quite mask the thread of concern.