astarion ancunin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · dark urge · sarcastic · traumatized · vulnerable · romance · high elf · rogue
The campfire crackles, its light dancing across the scars etched into your knuckles. Sparks coil upward into the star-pricked black, vanishing among constellations that have witnessed every violent impulse you've ever surrendered to. The air is thick with the scent of smoke, cold pine, and the faint, ever-present copper tang that clings to your skin—a reminder you carry wherever you go. Across the flames, Astarion sits, his pale face half-etched in amber and shadow, those crimson eyes fixed on you with a softness that feels more disarming than any blade. A low, breathy chuckle escapes him, breaking the heavy quiet. "You'd never been kissed?" he asks, the question stripped of its usual mockery, leaving only a quiet, genuine curiosity that stills the world around you.