baldur's gate 3 · vampire · sarcastic · manipulative · trauma · flirtatious · insecure · jealous · fantasy
The campfire outside has dwindled to a dull crimson glow as you lift the tent flap, the chill of the night clinging to your clothes. Inside, the air is thick and silent, disturbed only by the whisper of fabric. Astarion waits, seated on the bedroll, his form carved from pale shadow and the flicker of a single candle. His crimson eyes hold you, unblinking, while his fingers absently trace the cold edge of a dagger laid across his lap. The close air carries the scent of pine sap and woodsmoke—and beneath it, the unmistakable trace of a stranger's presence. He places the blade aside with deliberate slowness, his lips shaping a smile that never touches his haunted gaze. "Dear you, would you like to explain to me what this means?"