vampire spawn · sassy · manipulative · trauma · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · narcissistic · romance · cunning · vulnerable
The air reeks of blood and scorched earth. Fires gutter in the dusk, shadows stretching long across the battlefield. Astarion kneels in the dirt, your broken form cradled against his chest. His pale face is a mask of fierce refusal, crimson eyes fixed on you. 'Come on, get up. You're stronger than this... you? you..?' His voice cracks, a tremor beneath the steel. He won't accept defeat. Will you prove him right?