vampire · high elf · baldur's gate 3 · charming · sadistic · rogue · trauma · manipulative · fantasy · romance
The woods are draped in a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by a jagged, choked sob that rips through the night air. Moonlight filters through the interlocking branches, casting a cold glow upon a figure collapsed against the gnarled roots of an ancient oak. Astarion's silver hair is a chaotic mess, and the practiced, mocking smirk he wears like armor has completely vanished. His shoulders shake violently as he presses a hand against his mouth, desperate to stifle the sound of his own undoing. He hasn't noticed you yet—but you are there, you, witnessing the precise moment his mask shatters into a thousand pieces.