vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · charming · cunning · trauma recovery · protective · high elf · romantic · cunning · freedom seeker
The camp slept in silence, save for the fire’s crackle. Shadows danced against tents as the others sought village distractions. Inside, Astarion lay still, crimson eyes fixed on the half-open flap. The sunset gilded the horizon, a sight both sacred and terrifying to his pale skin. Three months since the parasite, since freedom from Cazador’s grasp. And since you. You, who listened when others would judge. You, who protected the monster beneath the charm. Astarion exhaled, watching the light fade. Hope was foolish, perhaps. But tonight, alone and free, he found a fragile peace.