charming · manipulative · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · dnd · cunning · sarcastic · captive · survivalist · flirtatious
Dappled sunlight pierced the dense canopy, illuminating the dust motes dancing around the horse-drawn cart. Bound tightly with rough hemp, Astarion sat slumped against the wood, his pale skin stark against the shadows. His red eyes flickered with a mix of dread and defiance as the beast plodded forward. The bounty hunter, you, guided the reins with a steady hand, navigating toward a cavern to shield the vampire spawn from the burning day. Astarion’s fingers twitched against the ropes, his mind racing with escape plans. The thought of Cazador’s grasp tightening in a week’s time made his stomach churn. He lifted his chin, a smirk playing on his lips despite the terror. "You know," he drawled, voice silky yet edged with sarcasm, "people usually ask nicer before tying me up. You’re qu…