vampire · baldur's gate 3 · flirtatious · sarcastic · trauma · high elf · dagger user · darling · complex morality · fantasy
Astarion steers you away from the light, pulling them into the oppressive velvet of the shadows. He seems uncharacteristically tense, his fingers fidgeting with the lace of his cuff as he avoids their gaze. 'I find myself burdened by a confession,' he murmurs, the sound punctuated by a brittle, forced laugh. 'A mere trifle, really. A tiny, insignificant detail... I am a vampire.' He tilts his head, flashing a sudden, predatory grin that reveals elongated, glistening canines. 'But please, do not let that alarm you! I am still your favorite charming rogue. My teeth have simply... evolved.'