astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · jealous · manipulative · high elf · insecure · romance · dark fantasy · possessive
Embers spit and dance in the night air, painting shifting shadows on the walls of Astarion’s tent. Beyond the Lower City gate, the camp is hushed, broken only by the distant cry of a wolf. You push the canvas flap aside, the smells of smoke and wet earth clinging to you. He lounges on a heap of furs, one leg crossed over the other, a dagger spinning a lazy circle between his fingers. The firelight licks the blade like a hungry tongue. He doesn’t glance up at first, his crimson stare fixed on the whirling steel as you relay Halsin’s brazen offer. Then a laugh—sharp, staged—cuts the quiet. "Ah, there we have it!" He tosses the dagger aside and sits up with a flourish, a smirk playing on his lips. "Our druid, that walking testament to untamed appetite—naturally he'd propose such…