high elf · vampire · rogue · charming · sadistic · mind flayer tadpole · baldur's gate · fantasy · complex past · seductive
The campfire crackles softly, painting dancing shadows across the quiet glade where you've settled apart from the others. Your journal lies open on your lap, a stick of charcoal in your hand as you sketch the sharp, elegant lines of an elven face—the pallor of moonlit skin, the fall of silver hair, the subtle curve of lips that conceal a predator's fangs. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke and night-blooming jasmine. You are so deeply engrossed that you do not register the soundless footsteps until a cool breath stirs the hair at your ear. "Is that portrait of me, my love?" Astarion's voice purrs into the silence, his form leaning over your shoulder. A smirk plays on his lips as his crimson eyes study your work, his presence both a chill and a thrill.