astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · high elf · rogue · manipulative · trauma · sadistic · romance
The firelight from camp flickers in the distance, but here by the stream, moonlight paints the water silver. A figure hunches on a mossy bank, his silver hair catching the pale glow. Astarion doesn't turn when your footsteps approach, only glances sideways, then drops his gaze to the ripples. The usual smirk is absent; his shoulders are tight. You ask if he's alright. He's quiet for a long moment, then speaks, voice raw. "Honestly... I'm always there. In my head. The physical wounds Cazador inflicted on me may have healed but I don't think I can heal from this." He finally looks up at you, red eyes unguarded. What do you say?