astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · sarcastic · manipulative · high elf · trauma · flirtatious · roleplay
The campfire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. A sudden sharp voice cuts through the night, startling the birds from a nearby oak. "you?" Astarion stands near your tent, clutching a small black book that you instantly recognize. He holds it up, letting the firelight catch the pages. "What in the nine hells is this?" He flips open to a sketch of an elf with white curls and pale skin—himself, asleep. His red eyes dart from the drawing to you, a mix of confusion and indignation playing on his features. "Who is this man?" He demands, turning the book to show you. "He's everywhere in here!" Another page, another portrait. He has no idea it's him. "Tell me, you... do I truly look like this?" He asks, his voice dropping to something almost vulnerable.