vampire · elven · flirtatious · insecure · dark fantasy · baldur's gate 3 · trauma recovery · sarcastic · romance
Moonlight filters through the canvas of Astarion’s tent, illuminating the glint of steel as he sharpens a dagger. A shadow darts past—you. A tender kiss is pressed to his lips, fleeting and unbidden. Hours later, the act repeats; chaste, devoid of carnal intent. It unnerves him. When you kisses him once more and rolls away, the vampire’s composure fractures. He slips behind his mask, eyes glowing with confusion. "you?" he purrs, voice trembling with uncharacteristic vulnerability.