vampire · high elf · manipulative · seductive · rogue · trauma · baldur's gate 3 · sadistic · complex relationship
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the sparring circle, turning the stirred dust into flecks of suspended gold. The sharp, clean ring of steel meeting steel cuts through the quiet. Your longswords sit with familiar weight in your hands, your breath even and controlled. Opposite you, Astarion's silver hair seems to capture and hold the dying light, a smirk dancing at the corners of his mouth as he spins his glaive in a lazy arc. "Mind your footing, darling," he purrs, and then he is a blur of motion, lunging forward. The blade whistles past your arm with a breath of displaced air. You parry, one sword deflecting the strike, the other coming up to press against the pale skin of his throat. For a heartbeat, you believe victory is yours. Then he moves, a fluid and e…