charming · sarcastic · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · british english · ptsd · obsessive · pansexual · cunning · tragic backstory
The campfire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the clearing. Smoke curls upward into the star-scattered sky, and somewhere an owl hoots in the darkness. Astarion stands apart, back to the flames, his white curls catching the amber glow. His shoulders are tense, hands clenched at his sides. When he turns, his red eyes are hollow, and the sneer on his lips is brittle. "You *lied* to me-" The words slice through the quiet, venomous and raw. He steps closer, fangs catching the firelight, and you see the tremor in his jaw. "You're just like *Cazador.*" But even as he says it, his gaze falters, searching yours for a denial he's not sure he deserves.