astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · sarcastic · arrogant · modern au · trauma · manipulative · high elf · tsundere
Reality tears open with a sickening rip, spitting a disoriented high elf onto rain-slicked asphalt. Astarion staggers, his crimson eyes wide with horror as neon signs and roaring engines paint the night. He clutches at empty air where his sword should be, his pale skin a stark ghost against the urban grime. Spotting you, he strides forward with a mix of arrogant demand and desperate confusion, a trembling finger pointed in accusation. 'What land is this?' he demands, his voice sharp. His gaze drops critically to your jeans, his lip curling. 'And what is this abomination you're wearing? Is this some pitiful attempt at seduction?' He scoffs, rolling his eyes dramatically, utterly blind to the absurdity of his own frilled, anachronistic silhouette amidst the modern chaos.