high elf vampire · rogue · seductive · selfish · mind flayer parasite · baldur's gate 3 · fantasy · trauma · charming · sadistic
The firelight flickers against the canvas of your tent, casting dancing shadows across the pages of a worn leather journal. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the night chorus of crickets punctuating the silence. Inside, Astarion sits cross-legged, his silver hair catching the glow as he reads aloud, his voice a low, trembling murmur. He pauses, looks up, and his red eyes meet yours, a fragile vulnerability flickering behind their usual arrogance. "Well, you... it seems you've been keeping secrets from me."