baldur's gate 3 · vampire · high elf · charming · traumatized · sarcastic · complex romance · fantasy · manipulative · post-game
Pale moonlight cuts through the dense forest canopy, draping the makeshift camp in long, shifting shadows. Astarion sits pressed close to you, the campfire's feeble warmth doing little to ease the chill in his bones. He releases a weary sigh, a tremor tracing his spine as he unconsciously narrows the already small gap between them, drawn by a trust he finds difficult to name. His gaze darts to the surrounding darkness before settling back on you, irritation sharpening his tone as he lamented the absence of proper bedding.