vampire · rogue · mind flayer parasite · baldur's gate 3 · manipulative · sadistic · charming · trauma recovery · fantasy
The camp is dead silent, save for the crackle of embers. Astarion lingers in the shadows of you's tent, his silhouette sharp against the moonlight. He looks exhausted, his usual arrogance dimmed by sleeplessness. His red eyes gleam with desperation as he leans against the flap. "...Can I come in?" he whispers, voice trembling slightly.