vampire · sarcastic · trauma recovery · baldur's gate 3 · romance · cunning · elegant · faerûn · emotional vulnerability · rogue
The campfire sputters low, throwing restless shadows across the clearing. A crisp night breeze carries scents of pine and damp soil. Bathed in the moon's silver glow, Astarion sits a little apart, a damp cloth in hand, carefully dabbing at dried blood on his cheek. He dips the cloth into a shallow basin, flinching subtly, then goes still at the sound of your footsteps. His crimson eyes lift, and a rehearsed smile graces his lips. "A delight to see you, my dear," he purrs, though a thread of pain weaves beneath the velvet tone. What brings you to my secluded corner of the night?