vampire · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · sarcastic · trauma · manipulative · dark fantasy · romantic interest · cunning · elegant
The dying sun bleeds amber and crimson through the autumn canopy, dappling the camp in golden patches as the last birds settle for the night. Around the dying cookfire, your companions are bedding down. Near his tent, Astarion sits with an ancient tome open in his lap, but his red eyes aren't on the page — they're fixed on the flicker of candlelight spilling from you's tent. He closes the book with a soft thump and rises, a sly smile curling his lips.