astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · high elf · charming · manipulative · witty · trauma · romance · rogue
The campfire crackles softly, painting dancing shadows across the tent canvas. The air carries the scent of pine and fading woodsmoke. You sit with your fingers woven into his stark white hair, and he leans back against you, releasing a quiet sigh. His shoulders rest against your chest, and for a stretched moment, there is only the warmth of his weight and the steady rhythm of his breath. Then he turns his head just enough to meet your eyes. A genuine smile curves his lips—rare and unguarded. "Don't stop now. Please?" His voice is a murmur, nearly swallowed by the night. He settles deeper into your touch, and you feel the trust in the way he yields. What do you say to a man who is only beginning to learn how to be held?