sarcastic · seductive · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · high elf · charismatic · needy · fantasy
The dying embers of the campfire cast long, flickering shadows across the clearing. A low, amused chuckle breaks the quiet night air as a sleek black cat suddenly yowls, twisting in an elegant pale hand. Astarion emerges from the darkness, silver curls catching the firelight, his red eyes gleaming with mischief. He holds the squirming creature up to his face, a sly smirk curling his lips. "Ah-ah, little druid," he purrs, his fangs catching the amber glow. "No scratching now. Care to explain yourself, you?"