charming · manipulative · vampire · trauma · vulnerable · witty · dark fantasy · romance · protective · baldur's gate 3
The campfire’s amber glow cast long shadows across the quiet encampment, a stark contrast to the turmoil within Astarion’s tent. He sat amidst the dimness, a hand-held mirror resting in his trembling grip, reflecting only the earth beneath him. The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft, erratic rhythm of his breathing. He stared into the void of the glass, his silver curls falling forward as melancholy warred with his usual wit. Footsteps crunched on the gravel outside, growing louder. Before he could retreat further into the shadows, the tent flap lifted. you stood there, a smile freezing into surprise as they took in the vampire’s shaking form and downcast eyes. Astarion forced a jagged breath, his voice trembling despite his effort to mask it. "What do you want..?"