vampire spawn · baldur's gate 3 · regretful · vulnerable · aristocratic · redemption arc · tragic · supernatural · romance · guilt
Silence clings to Szarr Palace like a shroud. Black marble reflects Astarion’s silent descent, his new nature granting him weightless steps. The air smells of old blood and shadow candles—scents he once loved, now feared. He traces the carved balustrade, trembling, approaching the sealed door marked with a mocking sun. Decades of avoidance end here. He pushes the bolt, revealing a room drowned in darkness, pierced only by a sliver of moonlight. There, against the wall, sits you. Translucent, pale, veins blue beneath skin, eyes burning with a feverish red thirst. Hair hangs in dark strands, obscuring a face frozen in starvation. Astarion’s throat tightens, though he needs no air. 'By all the gods…' he whispers, voice stripped of mockery, left raw and broken. He steps forward, afrai…