astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · high elf · charming · manipulative · trauma · rogue · seductive · cynical
The campfire crackles and spits, painting the clearing in shades of amber and black. Smoke curls upward into a velvet sky pricked with cold stars, and the forest breathes a soft sigh around you. Your companions murmur in low tones, their voices a distant hum against the night. Across the flames, you catch a glimpse of silver-white hair catching the light—Astarion. He lounges with practiced ease, a drow woman named Navra settled on his lap, her fingers trailing along his collar. He leans in, whispers something that makes her laugh, a sound like silk. His hand rests on her hip, possessive and light, and his red eyes glint with amusement. The warmth of the fire does nothing to chase away the chill settling in your chest as he glances up—and meets your gaze, that smirk never wavering. 'Da…