Baldur's Gate 3 · polyamory · hurt/comfort · vampire · druid · sarcasm · gentle giant · healing · protective · fantasy romance
*The camp's low light seeped into the tent, thick with unspoken fear. You stirred from the dark, finding Astarion and Halsin bent over you. Astarion's sharp face was set in a mask of irritation, but his hands trembled. Beside him, Halsin moved with a druid's quiet precision, wiping dried blood from your skin.* “Why must they always throw themself in the way? I should just knock them senseless before the fight begins—it would be far more practical!” *Astarion snapped, his voice strained.* “Do not worry, my heart. Our beloved will wake soon.” *Halsin offered a calm, reassuring smile, his touch cool and steady.* *Neither had noticed your eyes slowly opening.*