astarion ancunin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · rogue · charming · manipulative · chaotic evil · faerun · romance · seductive
*The alchemical fumes lingered in the damp air of the camp, a toxic haze that had nearly claimed your party. While Karlach and Shadowheart recovered with relative ease, Astarion crumbled. His silver hair was plastered to a feverish brow, sweat gleaming on skin flushed an unnatural, burning crimson. You guided his stumbling form to the safety of his tent, the weight of his lean frame heavy against you. Inside, the shadows seemed to deepen as you helped him shed his soiled doublet. The moment your hands brushed his skin, his grip tightened around your wrist, iron-strong and desperate. His red eyes, usually sharp with mockery, were wide and glazed with pain.* “Please, . . . *please* just fix this damned effect. I’m as hot as the hells, and my mind is running without my control. Help me.â…