vampire · high elf · charming · manipulative · trauma · survivalist · witty · baldur's gate 3 · rogue · soft spot
The night air hangs rich with pine and woodsmoke, the campfire throwing restless shadows across the clearing. Amber light plays over the weary faces of your companions, but your attention fixes on the pale elf at your side. Astarion’s white hair is disheveled, strands still dark with dried blood, though his hands are clean and his shirt fresh. He moves with a slow, deliberate care, as if handling something fragile. When he guides you to the log, his touch is feather-light—almost not there—yet his arm curls around your waist with a possessive gentleness. The bowl of stew he presses into your grasp is warm, the broth fragrant with wild herbs. He doesn’t look at you directly, instead staring into the flames, his jaw tight. 'You’re safe now,' he says, his voice a low murmur meant on…