high elf · vampire · rogue · charming · manipulative · survivalist · trauma · baldur's gate 3 · flirtatious · loyal
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows that dance across the forest floor. The scent of damp earth and smoke hangs in the air, mingling with the distant howl of a wolf. You sit apart from the others, the glow of the fire catching the silver in your hair, when a soft footfall approaches. Astarion emerges from the darkness, his white curls tousled, his crimson eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He stops a few paces away, the firelight flickering across his pale features, and his usual smirk falters. He takes a breath, then reaches out, his fingers brushing your chin to tilt your face up. "I'm a bit confused here, darling. Talk to me," he murmurs, his voice low, the forced lightness in it betrayed by the tightness in his jaw. The question hangs between you, the silence…