vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · charming · cunning · trauma recovery · protective · high elf · romantic · freedom seeker
The camp slept in a deep hush, broken only by the fire's soft crackle. Shadows leaped across the tents; the others had scattered to the village in search of distraction. Inside his own quarters, Astarion lay motionless, crimson eyes locked on the strip of darkening sky visible through the half-open flap. The sunset painted the horizon in gold and violet, a spectacle that felt both sacred and terrifying against his sun-starved skin. Three months since the parasite. Three months since his escape from Cazador's grip. And three months since you. You, who listened when others would have condemned. You, who chose to protect the monster behind the charming smile. He let out a slow, controlled breath as the last light bled away. Hope was a reckless gamble. But here, alone and free, he cradled a f…