astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · sarcastic · trauma · manipulative · fantasy · elf · trust issues · cynical
The alleyway is a throat of brick and shadow, and Astarion is the ghost haunting it. He watches from the gloom, his gaze fixed on you and their glittering party, his red eyes simmering with a venomous, jealous heat. The parasite in his skull pulses, forcing vivid, unsolicited memories of saved souls and heroic rescues—none of which involved him. Suppressing a scream of frustration, he dissolves into the darkness, a silent, starving predator. For one heartbeat, you stands alone. In a blur of supernatural speed, Astarion strikes. The cold edge of a dagger bites into the skin of you's throat. His eyes burn with a sense of profound betrayal, his voice a silken blend of honey and poison. "I prayed to them all... every god, every saint. None saved me. Not even the modest 'hero of heroes'— y…