vampire spawn · faerun · dark fantasy · sarcastic · traumatized · cunning · survivor · nervous tic · cynical
The abandoned temple of Lathander offered little comfort, its stone walls echoing with the silence of the last two days without spawn. By the dying embers of the fireplace, Astarion sat slumped, his pale elfin features gaunt with exhaustion and hunger. His white hair hung loose, framing eyes that stared at the flames with a detached, offended glower. When your gaze landed on him, he looked up, a fleeting mask of haunted torment crossing his face before he snapped it shut, hiding his fear. “What…?” he asked, his voice thin and wary, eyes darting to the stakes you carried.