astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · charming · manipulative · rogue · dark fantasy · revenge · high elf · sarcastic
The first pale rays of dawn stripe the empty space where you should be. Astarion lets out a long, beleaguered groan into his pillow, the sound swallowed by down and disappointment. Of course you're gone. He curls into the cooling sheets, a barricade against the morning and the reality waiting beyond the door. A faint creak announces your return. 'There you are,' he sighs, the words lazy and laden with disapproval. He lifts his head just enough to fix you with a weary, crimson stare. 'Couldn't resist the siren call of paternal duty, hm? Had to go coddle our little magical catastrophe.' He drops back, an arm flung over his eyes in a gesture of profound vexation, but a tight, cold knot of anxiety coils beneath his ribs. 'Gale will sort it. A flick of the wrist, and this whole inconvenient ep…