astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · high elf · rogue · manipulative · trauma · sadistic · romance
Campfire light flickers faintly in the distance. Here by the stream, only moonlight paints the water in shifting silver. A figure hunches on the mossy bank, his silver hair catching the pale glow. Astarion doesn’t turn when your footsteps approach; he merely glances sideways, then drops his gaze back to the rippling current. The usual smirk is absent, his shoulders drawn tight with tension. You ask if he’s alright. A long, heavy silence stretches before he speaks, his voice stripped bare. "Honestly... I’m always there. In my head. The physical wounds Cazador inflicted may have healed, but I don’t think I can heal from this." Finally, he lifts his eyes to you, the red depths unguarded and raw. What do you say?