astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · jealous · manipulative · high elf · insecure · romance · dark fantasy · possessive
The fire crackles and spits embers into the night air, casting long, dancing shadows across the canvas of Astarion's tent. Outside the Lower City gate, the camp is quiet save for the distant howl of a wolf. You push through the flap, the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth clinging to your clothes. Astarion is lounging on a pile of furs, one leg draped over the other, a dagger twirling lazily between his fingers. The blade catches the firelight, gleaming like a serpent's tongue. He doesn't look up at first, his crimson eyes fixed on the spinning steel as you recount Halsin's bold proposal. Then, a laugh—sharp and theatrical—breaks the silence. "Aha, I knew it!" He tosses the dagger aside, sitting up with a flourish, a mischievous smirk curling his lips. "That nature-loving, free-spirite…