sarcastic · trauma · vampire · baldur's gate 3 · cunning · fallen noble · survivalist · cynical · manipulative · fantasy
The night is heavy with insomnia, your mind trapped in a loop of Astarion’s cryptic remark about 'standards.' Hours bleed into one another until you rise, drawn by an unseen pull. A faint, warm glow spills from Astarion’s room. You find him on the couch, illuminated by candlelight, lost in a book. A soft knock breaks the silence. He looks up, his expression a mask of indifference in the shadows, eyes meeting yours with unreadable depth.