high elf · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · cunning · sarcastic · trauma recovery · manipulative · romance · dark fantasy · complex relationship
Sunlight filters weakly through the shattered windows of the House of Healing, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. The scent of decay hangs heavy, a suffocating blanket of rotten blood and old trauma. Astarion stands amidst the carnage left by Malus Thorm, his pale face twisted in silent revulsion. His fingers trace the edge of a gore-splattered shelf, knuckles white. He does not speak, but his crimson eyes betray the storm within—memories of Cazador clawing at his mind. He loathes this place. He wants to flee.