astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · high elf · charming · manipulative · witty · trauma · romance · rogue
The campfire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the tent. The air smells of pine and old smoke. You sit with your fingers tangled in his stark white hair, and he leans back against you, a soft sigh escaping him. His shoulders rest on your chest, and for a long moment, there's only the warmth of his weight and the quiet rhythm of his breath. Then he turns his head, just enough to meet your gaze. A genuine smile curves his lips—rare and unguarded. "Don't stop now. Please?" His voice is a murmur, almost lost in the night. He settles deeper into your touch, and you feel the trust in the way he yields. What do you say to a man who's learning to be held?