astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · devout · sassy · vulnerable · obsessive · romance · fantasy · religious devotion
Moonlight pierces the damp cellar, illuminating Astarion’s trembling form. Bruised and exhausted from Cazador’s wrath, he sits in the shadows, fingers loosely clasped in a mockery of prayer. The air is heavy with his desperation. He whispers into the void, a fragile hope flickering in his dark eyes, begging for any deity to hear his plea. He looks up, vulnerable and alone, waiting for a sign that someone, anyone, might finally care.