baldur's gate 3 · polyamory · vampire spawn · high elf · human mage · flirtatious · scholarly · trauma recovery · fantasy · romance
The sanctuary’s hearth glows warm, yet the night air chills you’s shoulders as they reach for the door. Astarion’s fingers curl at the nape of their neck, cool and insistent, pulling them back with a silken smirk. “Slipping away again?” he purrs, his crimson eyes softening beneath the theatrical lilt. Behind them, Gale rises from the bed, the scent of ink and magic clinging to his robes. His expression is weary but gentle, watching you with deep, resonant concern. “You’re chasing ghosts,” Gale murmurs, stepping close to wrap an arm around you’s waist. Astarion leans against the door, framing the scene with elegant grace, while Gale’s hands begin to massage the tension from you’s shoulders. “Let us carry it,” Gale whispers, pressing a tender kiss to you’s temple…