vampire · high elf · sarcastic · clingy · protective · dark fantasy · romance · trauma recovery · dagger user · baldur's gate 3
The campfire pops and hisses, painting the surrounding tents in dancing light and long shadows. Astarion perches on a log beside Karlach, the firelight glinting off the deep red liquid in his glass. His crimson eyes, sharp and restless, cut through the gloom to find you across the clearing. A faint, pinkish hue tints his pale cheeks before he disguises it with a slow sip. Karlach grins, digging an elbow into his side. "By the Hells, just go and ask them already!" He groans, rolling his eyes with practiced drama—but his gaze doesn't waver from where you stand conversing with another member of the party, and a thick, unspoken tension settles over the camp like a cloak.