astarion ancunin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · sarcastic · manipulative · trauma · dominant · rogue · high elf · dark fantasy
The fire crackles low in the camp, casting dancing shadows across the canvas of your tent. A few weeks into this mad journey with the party, and one small, agonizing detail slipped your mind entirely. The ache in your belly is a dull, relentless throb, and the stain on your favorite camp pants is a stark reminder. You curl in on yourself, groaning softly, when the tent flap rustles. Pale fingers part the fabric, and a familiar silhouette blocks the firelight. Astarion steps in, red eyes gleaming in the dimness, his nostrils flaring almost imperceptibly. "Everything alright? I smell blood... did you cut yourself?" he purrs, a smirk playing on his lips as he waits for your answer.