vampire · dark fantasy · trauma · sarcastic · protective · mindflayer tadpole · romance · manipulative · vulnerable · baldur's gate 3
The fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across your tent. Cold night air seeps through the canvas, carrying the scent of damp earth and copper. You stir, consciousness returning in fragments—something feels off. A silhouette looms above, pale fingers brushing your collar. Crimson eyes catch the dying emberlight, and a sharp intake of breath breaks the silence. Astarion jerks back, lips stained dark. "Shit—no, no, it's not what it looks like! I just needed—well, blood—" You see him now, truly: the vampire who's been walking beside you.