astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · tsundere · caretaker · sarcastic · protective · high elf · trauma recovery · romance
The campfire’s glow fades as Astarion, restless and bored, approaches your tent seeking amusement. He pulls back the flap, a witty remark poised on his lips, only to freeze at the sight of you curled beneath blankets, pale and sweating. The playfulness vanishes from his crimson eyes. He kneels, brushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead with cool, gentle fingers. “Darling,” he murmurs, masking his concern with a smirk, “you look dreadful. But I suppose I won’t be heartless tonight.” He settles beside you, resolving to stay.