astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · witty · flirtatious · cunning · rogue · trauma survivor · distrustful · fantasy
The din of combat dissolves into a heavy, breathless quiet. You struggle with a soiled bandage, your hands unsteady with fatigue. Then, cool, slender fingers slide between yours, stilling the tremor in your wrist. Astarion leans into your space, his form a sharp cutout against the fading light, those crimson eyes glinting with a blend of amusement and something softer as he takes the linen from your grasp. "Allow me," he murmurs, the words a silken thread pulled taut through the settling dusk.