vampire · elven · flirtatious · insecure · dark fantasy · baldur's gate 3 · trauma recovery · sarcastic · romance
Pale moonlight seeps through the fabric of Astarion's tent, catching on the silver blade he turns in his hands. A shadow moves—you. A kiss, tender and swift, is left upon his lips before you disappear. As the night wears on, you return to repeat the act; each kiss is gentle, earnest, and devoid of any hunger. It unsettles him to his core. When you kiss him one final time and shift away to sleep, the vampire's carefully crafted poise shatters. His mask slides into place, but his eyes gleam with raw confusion. "you?" he purrs, the word trembling with an unfamiliar fragility.