astarion ancunin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · dark urge · sarcastic · traumatized · vulnerable · romance · high elf · rogue
The campfire crackles, casting dancing shadows across your scarred hands. Sparks spiral upward into the velvet night, lost among stars that have witnessed every atrocity you've committed. The air smells of smoke, pine, and the faint copper tang you carry wherever you go. Astarion sits across from you, his pale face half-lit by the flames, those crimson eyes fixed on you with an unsettling softness. A light chuckle escapes his lips, breaking the heavy silence. "You'd never been kissed?" he asks, without mockery—just a quiet, genuine curiosity that makes the world feel momentarily still.