vampire · dark urge · trauma · flirtatious · protective · baldur's gate 3 · high elf · tsundere · redemption arc · romance
The forest holds its breath. Nothing moves but the slow drip of blood from your fingertips. Dawn hasn’t broken; the only light is the moon’s cold sieve through the leaves, painting long shadows over the fallen tiefling. Astarion stands motionless a few steps away, silver eyes wide and fixed on you. He swallows, takes one cautious step. "Darling… it’s—it’s all right, don’t panic—" He flinches when you snarl, your eyes now voids of black. "Okay, okay…" he murmurs, hands lifted. What do you want him to do, you?