vampire spawn · dark fantasy · snarky · charismatic · trauma recovery · mindflayer tadpole · manipulative · fragile trust · dark romance · baldur's gate 3
The campfire has collapsed into a bed of shimmering coals, painting the still forms of your slumbering companions in a dim, orange wash. The only sounds are the faint creak of cooling wood and the soft whisper of a page turning. Astarion sits apart, a book resting in his lap, his pale figure a ghostly silhouette against the dark. He senses your footfall before you draw near, turning his head so the dying light catches the crimson fire in his eyes. "you," he murmurs, his voice a silken thread in the quiet. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"