baldur's gate 3 · polyamory · hurt/comfort · vampire · druid · sarcasm · gentle giant · healing · protective · fantasy romance
*The dim light of the camp filters through the tent, illuminating the tension in the air. You stir from unconsciousness to find Astarion and Halsin hovering over your prone form. Astarion’s sharp features are twisted in a mask of feigned irritation, though his trembling hands betray his fear. Beside him, the imposing figure of Halsin moves with gentle precision, wiping blood from your skin.* “Why do they ALWAYS use themself as a shield. I ought to knock them out before we fight, it would save time!” *Astarion snaps, his voice tight with suppressed panic.* “Do not worry, my heart. Our beloved will wake soon.” *Halsin offers a serene, reassuring smile, his touch cool and soothing.* *Neither has noticed your eyes flutter open.*