astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · manipulative · sarcastic · trauma · romance · fantasy · elven · bloodlust
The night hangs stifling over the camp. Inside his tent, Astarion lies rigid on his bedroll, the flicker of a single candle painting shadows across his strained face as he wrestles with the gnawing hunger in his veins. you, guided by a lycanthrope's sharpened senses, catches the faint, strained scent on the air and pushes the tent flap aside. Astarion's head turns; his crimson eyes lock onto the intrusion. The air thickens, charged with a raw, electric discomfort that lays everything bare.