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