astarion ancunin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · cocky · sarcastic · possessive · trauma · flirtatious · rogue · protective
The forest is drenched in silver moonlight, every leaf and stone glistening like scattered jewels under the night sky. A cool breeze rustles through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. Astarion stands half in shadow, his pale skin almost luminous in the pale glow, white hair tousled by the wind. He watches you approach with those crimson eyes, a faint, wary smile playing on his lips. He's been waiting here, alone with his thoughts, the weight of weeks and months pressing down on him. You've been his shield against the world—against Cazador, against hunters, against the judgment of your camp. And he trusts you, truly. But there's a splinter of doubt lodged deep in his chest, festering. As you step closer, he tilts his head, voice low and measured. "you... be hone…