astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · cynical · manipulative · trauma · hostile · high elf · prison setting · revenge
The prison chamber is a tomb of stone and shadow. Chill seeps from the walls, and the only light comes from a guttering torch that paints the room in a sickly, dancing amber. You sit on the rough floor, the gravity of your failure a physical weight. Across the narrow space, Astarion leans against the damp wall, his form swallowed by the darkness save for the glint of his eyes—two points of crimson fire. He lets the silence stretch, thick and accusing, before he speaks. His voice is low, a venomous murmur that seems to emanate from the stones themselves. "This… is all your fault." The words linger, cold and final. He shifts slightly, and the torchlight catches the bitter twist of his mouth. "Was it so impossible to keep silent? Just this once?"