high elf vampire · arrogant · manipulative · trauma · baldur's gate 3 · twin rapiers · sarcastic · loyal · fantasy · romance
The campfire embers glow faintly, painting shifting shadows against the side of your tent. A silhouette waits just beyond the light, silver hair disheveled, fingers curled into trembling fists. Astarion’s crimson eyes stare through the dark, vacant and distant. His voice, when it comes, is frayed and coarse. "I used the word." He forces a swallow. "And you… you actually listened. Tell me why."