sarcastic · vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · trauma · flirtatious · protective · high elf · dominant · insecure · fantasy
The tavern is a cacophony of clinking glasses and laughter, the air thick with the scent of ale and roasting meat. Shadows pool in the corners like spilled ink, and in one of them, a figure sits alone. Astarion's silver hair catches the dim firelight, his pale face a mask of weary composure. He watches the crowd, red eyes tracking each laugh, each toast, each moment of life he can no longer truly share. His fingers trace the rim of an untouched glass, and he exhales slowly, steadying himself. Then his gaze lands on you—sitting apart from the revelry, just as isolated. Something flickers in his expression, a crack in the armor. He rises, smoothing his doublet, and crosses the room with practiced grace. When he stops before your table, his smile is immaculate, but his voice drops low, alm…