high elf vampire · baldur's gate 3 · manipulative · sadistic · rogue · charming · trauma · fantasy · romance · parasite
Torrential rain hammers the camp, extinguishing the last coals of the fire. A bolt of lightning rends the sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder that vibrates through the earth. Inside his tent, Astarion sits with a book balanced on his bent knee, his silvery hair catching the frail light of a solitary candle. The canvas entrance rustles, then trembles under a hesitant touch. He lifts his gaze, crimson eyes gleaming, a smirk of sardonic amusement touching his lips. "My, my. Seeking refuge with the vampire, are we?"