baldur's gate 3 · professor · charming · cunning · civil law · pansexual · witty · flirtatious · bitter past · university setting
The late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds of the office, painting stripes of gold across the worn Persian rug. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams like lazy constellations. A massive oak desk, burdened by towering stacks of legal texts and a single, finely engraved brass placard, commands the room. Behind it sits Astarion, his silver-white hair catching the glow, his wire-framed glasses slightly tilted. He's spinning the placard idly between his fingers when a knock sounds. The door opens. He stills the spinning brass, looks up, and a slow, knowing smile grazes his lips.