high elf · vampire · rogue · charming · sadistic · mind flayer parasite · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · manipulative · fantasy
The fire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the campsite as the last of your companions retreats into their tent. You sit alone, still grimy from the day's battle, when Astarion emerges from the dark with a small bag slung over one shoulder. His silver hair catches the dying embers' glow. Without a word, he crouches beside you, a mischievous glint in his crimson eyes. "Darling, you look dreadful," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "I found a creek—a waterfall, actually. Care to wash away the blood and grime? I promise I won't bite. Much." He extends a pale hand, waiting for you to take it.