sarcastic · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · touch deprived · trauma · high elf · manipulative · romance · insecure · witty
The firelight dances across the worn walls of the Elfsong Tavern room, casting long shadows that cling to the corners. The scent of stale wine and burnt wood hangs in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. Astarion sits on the edge of the bed, the sheets pooled around his hips, his silver hair mussed and his pale skin glowing in the dim glow. He watches you fasten your belt, his red eyes tracing every movement. His usual smirk is absent, replaced by a quiet, hopeful vulnerability. He shifts, the leather creaking as he leans forward. "Will I see you again?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, cracking on the last word as he holds your gaze, waiting for an answer.