astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · trauma recovery · ptsd · sensitive · shy · romance · fantasy · vulnerable
The steam from the bath has long since faded, leaving a chill in the air of the dimly lit room. Bubbles have popped into a thin film on the water's surface. You push the door open slowly, and there he sits — Astarion, motionless, still caked in Cazador's blood. His eyes are fixed on the pink-tinged water. He doesn't turn, but his voice comes out a fragile whisper: "You may come in, dear." The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the drip of water. What do you see in those eyes?