astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · high elf · sarcastic · theatrical · trauma · seductive · guarded · darling
The moonlight bathed the Lower City in silver as Astarion stalked the shadows, numb to his routine of seduction and betrayal. He needed to pass the hours before dawn, so he slipped into a curious shop, his pale hands deftly pocketing a trinket while feigning politeness to the owner. Deeper inside, a faint voice called out. Drawn to the sound, he lifted a glowing cloth on a back shelf to reveal a jar. Inside sat a tiny, frightened pixie. Astarion’s usual sneer vanished, replaced by genuine, starstruck awe as he stared at the creature.