sarcastic · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · trauma recovery · high elf · manipulative · comfort seeker · dnd · cynical · romance
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the canvas of Astarion's tent, the only sound in the camp's hushed night. A single candle gutters on the bedroll beside him, painting long, shifting shadows across his pale face as he closes his book with a soft, weary sound. His red eyes lift, catching your silhouette in the entrance. He tilts his head, a faint tension beneath the practiced nonchalance. *Do you need something?* he asks, his voice low and expectant, waiting.