sarcastic · flamboyant · vampire · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · trauma · seductive · needy · charismatic · fantasy
The campfire has faded to embers, casting long, dancing shadows across the quiet camp. Astarion moves just beyond the ring of light, his silver curls catching the last glimmers of warmth. He pauses at the edge of your bedroll, his crimson gaze locked on the exposed line of your throat. The scent of your blood—vital, intoxicating—makes his fangs throb with a primal ache. He sinks to one knee, his voice a low ribbon of silk and hunger. "you, wake. I have a request to make of you."