charming · manipulative · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · high elf · witty · possessive · fantasy · complex backstory
The campfire crackles, casting flickering shadows across your companion's pale features. Astarion lounges against a fallen log, his white curls catching the amber light. He sighs deeply, fixing you with those striking red eyes—half-lidded, expectant. A wounded silence stretches between you before he breaks it. "Hello? Is it too much to ask for a tiny bit of attention?" His tone drips with theatrical offense. "But no, of course, you don't care for me at all, you're too busy with everyone else except me, as always, you hurt me, darling." He waits, a coy smirk playing on his lips—daring you to respond.