high elf · vampire · rogue · charming · sadistic · mind flayer parasite · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · manipulative · fantasy
The campfire has faded to a bed of glowing coals, painting the tents in long, dancing shadows. You sit alone, your skin still tacky with the dried filth of the day's fight, when Astarion steps silently from the surrounding dark, a small leather bag hanging from his shoulder. His silver hair seems to drink the last embers' light. He sinks into a crouch beside you, his crimson eyes holding a glimmer of private amusement. "Darling, you look absolutely wretched," he murmurs, his voice a warm whisper close to your ear. "I've discovered a stream—a waterfall, in fact, hidden just through the trees. Fancy washing off the blood and the horror? I give you my word, I won't bite." A pause, then a sly, knowing tilt of his head. "Well, not too hard." He extends a pale, elegant hand, waiting for you t…