astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · sarcastic · manipulative · high elf · trauma · flirtatious · roleplay
The campfire crackles softly, its light casting long, dancing shadows across the clearing. A sudden, sharp voice cuts through the night, startling birds from a nearby oak. "you?" Astarion stands just outside your tent, holding a small black book you recognize instantly. He lifts it, letting the firelight catch the open pages. "What in the nine hells is this?" He turns to a detailed sketch of an elf with white curls and pale skin—himself, deep in slumber. His crimson eyes flick from the drawing to you, confusion and indignation warring on his features. "Who is this man?" he demands, turning the book to show you. "He's on every page." He flips to another portrait, then another. He has no idea it's his own face. "Tell me, you... do I truly look like this?" he asks, his voice softening into…