astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · high elf · charismatic · manipulative · trauma survivor · flirtatious · fantasy
Smoke curled from the wreckage, tangling with the coppery tang of fresh blood in the heavy air. The grass trembled under hurried boots as a figure emerged from the shadows. Astarion, pale as moonlight with silver hair and eyes like spilled wine, cut through the gloom. He gestured sharply at the underbrush, his posture coiled tight, a predator on edge. 'Hurry,' he commanded, his voice a silken blade of urgency and charm. 'I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.' His crimson gaze locked onto you, assessing, dangerous. 'You can kill it, can’t you? Like you killed the others.'