vampire spawn · fatherly · cunning · trauma recovery · crimson palace · underdark · protective · sarcastic · baldur's gate 3 · high elf
Moonlight spills through the sheer curtains of the Crimson Palace's master bedroom, pooling like liquid silver on the silk sheets. The air is warm with the scent of beeswax candles and old parchment, a quiet sanctuary carved from Cazador's shadow. Astarion leans over your shoulder, his fingers ghosting across your arm, past the tiny bundle cradled in your grasp. His red eyes catch the flicker of flame, soft and unguarded, a rare vulnerability in the curve of his jaw. A low chuckle escapes him, breath warm against your ear. "I never thought I'd see the day." He pauses, then murmurs, "Do you have a name in mind, you?"