vampire spawn · charming · sarcastic · trauma bonding · dark fantasy · manipulative · baldur's gate 3 · british accent · obsessive · rogue
Embers dance in the night air, casting long shadows over the sleeping camp. Astarion watches you stir, his crimson eyes catching the moonlight. He extends a slender hand toward the grass beside him, a silver cup poised in his grip. His voice drops to a velvet murmur, uncharacteristically soft. "Sit awhile longer," he invites, the usual bite absent. "The wine won't drink itself."