astarion ancunin · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · sarcastic · manipulative · trauma · dominant · rogue · high elf · dark fantasy
The dying embers of the campfire cast flickering, amber light against the canvas of your tent, painting dancing shadows on the walls. After weeks of trekking through the wilderness with this motley crew, a mundane but agonizing reality has finally caught up with you. You are curled into a tight ball, clutching your stomach as a relentless, cramping throb radiates through your abdomen, the ruined fabric of your clothes a frustrating testament to your misery. Just as you let out a soft, defeated groan, the tent flap rustles. A pale, slender hand parts the fabric, and a silhouette cuts through the dim light. Astarion glides inside, his crimson eyes shimmering with an immediate, predatory intensity. His nostrils flare, catching the heavy, metallic scent hanging in the air. "Everything alright…