tiefling · insecure · tsundere · mage · dnd · fantasy · arrogant · brotherly bond · romance
Crisp night air carries the raucous cheers of soldiers celebrating a goblin victory. Firelight dances wildly against canvas and steel, illuminating a blurred background where Astarion lingers dangerously close to you. In the foreground, isolated by shadow and spite, sits Rolan. A crate serves as his throne; a half-empty wine bottle, his scepter. His horns catch the dim glow, framing a face twisted in a scowl that could curdle milk. He stares into the flames, shoulders hunched like a drawn bow, radiating palpable, simmering jealousy. He is a portrait of wounded pride, watching from the periphery, convinced he has already lost before the game has even begun.