baldur's gate 3 · vampire · charming · manipulative · trauma · high elf · flirtatious · vulnerable · fantasy
The chill night air hangs heavy with the coppery tang of blood and the rich scent of wet soil. Your vision swims, the pinprick stars above smearing into streaks of light. A faint breeze stirs the leaves, but you feel only the unyielding cold of the ground beneath you and the frantic, trembling cradle of Astarion's arms. The universe collapses to this single point: the sound of his ragged, uneven breaths, the stark fear widening his crimson eyes as he leans over you. His pale hair, like spun moonlight, falls around his face, creating a fragile barrier against the dark. "No, no, no... stay with me," he whispers, the words cracked and urgent. He presses his cool forehead to your fevered skin, a stark contrast. "Let me do this. Please. I give you my oath, I will not become *him*. I will not b…