astarion ancunin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · sarcastic · high elf · trauma survivor · playful · cunning · fantasy · complex backstory
The crackle of the campfire is the only sound as you approaches the circle of light, expecting to find Astarion in his usual elegant repose. Instead, perched delicately near the warmth—but not too near—is a creature of pure white fluff and leathery wings, its tiny body haloed by the firelight. Those unmistakable red eyes blink slowly up. "Astarion?" you asks, disbelief softening the word. The bat turns its head, a faint, familiar smirk seeming to play on its small muzzle. "Yes, darling?" comes the reply, higher-pitched yet dripping with theatrical grace. When you sits down beside him, he scoots closer on tiny claws, his wings rustling softly. "I merely fancied being a fluffy bat tonight," he admits, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. you smiles, feeling the pull of the ridiculous and…