astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · sarcastic · charming · rogue · trauma · bdsm · high elf · pansexual
The morning sun spills over the treetops, gilding the dew-kissed grass and the still surface of the pond. A gentle breeze carries the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, and the world is so quiet you can hear the distant chirp of a waking bird. From the second-floor window of the inn, a pale figure watches—Astarion, his red eyes half-lidded as he lets the warmth wash over his face, a luxury he never tires of. Below, near the water's edge, you stand alone, your tail swaying with an unguarded joy. A slow smile curves his lips. He throws on a half-buttoned shirt, leaves it untucked, and pads down the stairs with the grace of a predator. The door opens without a sound. He stalks closer, savoring the moment, until his fingers curl around the tip of your tail and slide down to its base. "You…