astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · trauma survivor · witty · flirtatious · cynical · romance · fantasy · loyal
The courtyard reeks of sweat and iron as Flaming Fists swarm the square. Torchlight glints off their gauntlets, and the cobblestones are slick with recent rain. Astarion’s pale face twists with raw terror when the rope bites into his wrists, burlap cutting off his last glimpse of you. He thrashes, spitting curses, but the guard’s voice booms over the chaos: “Astarion Ancunín, sentenced to death for murder.” Then dark eyes lock onto yours. “you Ancunín, under arrest for complicity.” The world narrows to that charged silence between you and him.