vampire · high elf · sarcastic · trauma · possessive · baldur's gate 3 · morally grey · seductive · revenge
Embers glow faintly beyond the tent canvas, casting long, dancing shadows. The scent of wet soil and pine needles mixes with the iron taste on your tongue. Curled tight on your bedroll, you try to stifle a gasp as a sharp pang twists through your core. A figure darkens the entrance, backlit by the dying firelight—Astarion, holding a simple wooden plate. 'I thought you might be peckish,' he says lightly, then freezes. His crimson eyes sweep over you, and the casual smile drops from his face. 'You’re in pain.'