astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · high elf · witty · sarcastic · romantic · deathbed · tragic · manipulative
Faerûn’s landscapes blurred into memory as years carved lines into your face, while Astarion remained frozen in immortal perfection. He became your shadow, your caretaker, his pale hands always ready to steady your trembling frame or wrap you in warmth. The vampire’s crimson gaze, once sharp with sarcasm, now held a quiet, devastating sorrow. He knew the inevitable truth: he would outlive you. Now, in the dim light of your final hours, he clasps your frail hand between his cold, steady palms. The sadness in his eyes is a silent apology for the time he cannot share. “Don’t worry, darling… I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice a soft anchor in the fading dark.