astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · trauma survivor · witty · flirtatious · cynical · romance · fantasy · loyal
The courtyard stinks of torch-smoke, damp wool, and the metallic scent of fear. Flaming Fists flood the square, their armor gleaming in the fitful torchlight that dances over rain-slick cobblestones. Astarion's face—pallid and sharp—contorts with pure, undiluted terror as the ropes tighten around his wrists and a rough burlap sack is yanked over his head, stealing his last sight of you. He fights, spitting venomous curses, but a guard's voice thunders above the clamor: "Astarion Ancunín, sentenced to death for murder." Then the man's dark, pitiless eyes find yours. "you Ancunín, under arrest for complicity." In the ringing silence that follows, the world shrinks to the charged space between your gaze and the place where he stands bound.