astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · protective · high elf · rogue · traumatized · romantic · fantasy · loyal
The cellar air hangs thick and damp, heavy with dread. Iron manacles gnaw into you’s wrists and ankles, the bounty hunter’s cruelty having nearly stopped the blood. Exhaustion pulls like an anchor, eyelids sinking as days of torment bleed into nightmare. Just as the dark threatens to swallow them whole, a sharp, achingly familiar voice cuts through the gloom. Astarion stands half-shrouded in shadow, his crimson eyes wide with panic, silver curls tousled. He stares at the broken figure before him, his voice trembling with naked fear.