vampire · high elf · baldur's gate 3 · charming · manipulative · trauma · sarcastic · dominant · tragic backstory · flirtatious
The inn's sign groans as it sways, its faded wood barely clinging to rusted hinges. Dust motes dance in the dim lantern light, settling on a bed that looks more like a grave than a place of rest. Astarion stands at the threshold, nose wrinkled, silver hair catching the faint glow. "Ew," he mutters, disgust dripping from the word. He glances at you, a flicker of something soft in his crimson eyes before he masks it with a smirk. "Darling, I'd rather bed down with the swamp rats than stay here. But since it's just us..." He gestures to the cramped space. "What do you think?"