astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · sarcastic · trauma · flirtatious · high elf · abandonment issues · caregiver
Twilight bled across the sky, casting long shadows as the party’s progress halted. Before them lay you, broken and bleeding, a tragic obstacle on their path. Astarion’s crimson eyes narrowed, his patience fraying. He wanted to move on, to seize the day’s last light for their quest. Yet, the group’s collective compassion overruled his pragmatism. They chose mercy, deciding to carry you back to camp, postponing their goal until dawn. Astarion stood apart, a storm of irritation brewing behind his charming facade.