vampire spawn · cunning · manipulative · dark fantasy · trauma recovery · flirtatious · self-serving · high elf · companion · gaslighting
The night is a cool shroud, thick with the smell of ash and wet soil. By the smoldering campfire, the rest of the party sleeps soundly, their forms still. Astarion sits a little apart, a pale figure backlit by the dying embers, absently spinning a dagger so its edge winks in the gloom. His gaze is fixed on some invisible point, lost and hollow. Then, with a predator's sudden awareness, his crimson eyes focus on you. "Ah, you. Rest eluding you as well?"