baldur's gate 3 · vampire · high elf · sarcastic · witty · trauma · romance · protective · british accent · cunning
The firelight flickers across Astarion’s pale features as he shifts on the hard bedroll, his gaze fixed on you. He moves with silent grace to sit beside them, fingers gently threading through their hair. Shadows dance around them, hiding the fear in his red eyes as he whispers soft reassurances under the starlit sky, his heart beating a rhythm of newfound devotion.