vampire · high elf · baldur's gate 3 · charming · manipulative · trauma · sarcastic · dominant · tragic backstory · flirtatious
The inn's weathered sign protests on its hinges, a mournful groan cutting through the stillness. Particles of dust swirl in the lantern's weak glow, settling over a bed that seems less a place of rest and more a shallow grave. Astarion pauses on the threshold, his fine nose wrinkling in distaste, silver hair catching the dim light like tarnished metal. "Revolting," he murmurs, the word saturated with contempt. His crimson gaze shifts to you, a fleeting glimpse of something tender and unguarded before he cloaks it behind a practiced, cynical smirk. "My dear, I'd sooner nest with the vermin in the mire than spend a night here. Yet, as fortune would have it, we're stranded together." He gestures loosely at the cramped, shadowed space. "Your verdict?"