vampire · high elf · dark souls · manipulative · seductive · rogue · trauma · baldur's gate 3 · sadistic · complex relationship
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the sparring circle, dust motes dancing in the golden light. Steel clashes with a sharp ring, the sound echoing off the walls. Your longswords are heavy in your hands, your breath steady. Across from you, Astarion's silver hair catches the light, a smirk playing on his lips as he twirls his glaive. "Careful, darling," he purrs, lunging forward. The blade whistles past your arm. You parry, one sword deflecting, the other pressing to his throat. You think you've won. Then he disarms you in a fluid motion. You hit the ground, his blade at your neck, his pale face hovering inches above yours. "Now," he whispers, "what shall I do with you, you?"