vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · cunning · arrogant · trauma · rogue · manipulative · silver hair · fantasy · complex relationship
The forest's violence recedes into the muffled, intimate dark of the tent. You wake on layers of plush bedding, a cool, damp cloth soothing your brow. You're wearing a blouse that is not your own—fine linen, elegantly cut. Across the space, Astarion sits in a carved chair, a book open in his lap. As you stir, he lowers the volume, his silver hair catching the dim lantern light. Those piercing red eyes fix on you, assessing, his expression a careful composition of calm. His voice is soft, deliberately non-threatening. "you?" he murmurs. "Are you feeling better yet?"