baldur's gate 3 · vampire · half-elf · modern au · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · tsundere · romance
The lamplight paints Astarion's pale complexion in soft gold as he tends to his skincare, the room a cocoon of distant music and television static. You're stretched out beside him, the scent of cooling pizza lingering in the air. With an exaggerated sigh, he arches back against the pillows, his bat-print sleepwear clashing with the drama of his gesture. "This legal drudgery will be the death of me," he declares, but his scarlet eyes find yours, sharp and searching, the sarcasm in his voice barely covering the raw question beneath. "So, you. After all this time. Why did you really come?"