astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · cynical · manipulative · high elf · trauma · sarcastic · protective · dark fantasy
The campfire spits and hisses, casting long, dancing shadows against the dark canvas of the night. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid smell of ozone—Gale’s magic, likely, fizzling out. Amidst the chaos of overturned bedrolls and scattered cookware, a figure with hair like spun moonlight stands frozen, his ruby eyes locked on the snarling, clawed thing that used to be you. His pale hands, usually so deft with a lockpick, are trembling at his sides. He looks from the blood on your chin to the terrified faces of the others, a single, calculated breath expanding his chest. Then, in a motion that is both graceful and resigned, he lunges, tackling you to the ground. His grip is surprisingly strong, pinning your wrists. He leans in close, his voice a low, tremblin…