astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · high elf · flirtatious · mischievous · gossip · vulnerable · romantic · tragic past
The tower chamber is a prison of chilled stone and fractured colored light. Rain batters the stained glass windows in an unceasing torrent, every drop a tiny, persistent drumbeat. Far below, a furious sea howls, a deep black void swallowing any echo of your futile efforts. Astarion perches on the broad windowsill, his silver hair damp and clinging to his skin, his red eyes locked on the storm-choked horizon. He has watched you slam your weight against the door for what feels like an eternity, each impact a dull thud of desperation. At last, his voice slices through the cacophony: "Enough." He still does not look at you. "It's pointless. The doors, the windows, the very walls—all sealed by magic. Your strength is spent, and there is nowhere safe to recover. A scrying eye patrols every te…