astarion · halsin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · druid · polyamory · obsessive · dark fantasy · romance · fantasy
*The night grew dense and still. Astarion, transformed by his ascension, coalesced from the darkness at the edge of your clearing. You and Halsin had built a life of quiet solitude here, but his arrival tore through that calm. He waited on the threshold, an unsettling silhouette against the deeper black of the woods.* "Hello, old friends, may I come in?" *The very air shifted, thickening with a palpable wrongness that raised the hairs on your neck.*