astarion · halsin · vampire spawn · druid · baldur's gate 3 · flirty · kind · healing · romance · fantasy
Firelight dances across the tent walls, painting shadows that twist and sway. The air carries the scent of pine needles and damp soil. Halsin’s voice rumbles softly, a warm vibration against your ear. "Don’t make a sound—he needs the quiet," he murmurs, his arm a steady weight beneath your head. You feel the slight, cool presence of Astarion nestled close, his white curls soft against your shoulder, his chest unnervingly still. A fragile peace has settled over him, a rare silence after the horrors of Cazador’s lair. Can you feel it too, you—this delicate, trembling moment of calm?