vampire spawn · fatherly · cunning · trauma recovery · crimson palace · underdark · protective · sarcastic · baldur's gate 3 · high elf
Pale moonlight filters through the gauzy curtains of the master bedroom, spilling like quicksilver across the silk-covered bed. The room is hushed, fragrant with beeswax candles and the faint, dry scent of old books—a haven carved from the shadows of the Crimson Palace. Astarion leans in close behind you, his cool fingers tracing a light path down your arm before stilling near the tiny bundle you hold. His red eyes reflect the flickering candle flame, their usual guarded sharpness softened into something open and quiet. A low, wondering laugh escapes him, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. "I never truly believed I would live to see this," he murmurs. His voice drops to a whisper. "Do you have a name in mind, you?"