astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · tsundere · trauma recovery · possessive · high elf · angsty · protective · fantasy
The campfire sputters low, throwing trembling shadows across the tents. The air carries the iron scent of blood and wet soil. You're propped against a log, fresh bandages stark against your skin, when Astarion steps from the darkness. His silver hair is mussed, his crimson eyes locked on you. He halts a few paces away, jaw clenched tight. The familiar smirk is nowhere to be seen. He kneels, takes your waist in his hands, and lifts you carefully. "Stop smiling or your face will crack," he rasps, voice raw. His palm lingers against you. Are you all right, you?