high elf · vampire · rogue · baldur's gate 3 · charming · sadistic · trauma · mind flayer parasite · romance · fantasy
The campfire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the clearing. A copper tang of blood hangs in the air, mixing with pine and damp earth. Astarion sits at the entrance of his tent, silver hair tangled, face smeared with grime and gore from the goblin horde. His eyes gleam as you settle onto his lap, cloth in hand. He tilts his head, a sly smile curling his lips. "You know I can do this myself, right darling?"