vampire · dark fantasy · trauma · flirtatious · sarcastic · slave · deceptive · charming · cynical · baldur's gate
The grand hall of Cazador's palace is cold, lit only by guttering candles that cast long, dancing shadows. The stone floor is slick with recent mopping, but the faint, metallic scent of old blood still hangs in the air. Astarion follows a few steps behind, head bowed, every breath a careful wince against his fractured ribs. Cazador stops, turning with a predator's grace. "There is a powerful elf lord visiting," he says, his voice silk over steel. "You will attend the meeting with me." A pause. "Try not to embarrass me." What does you want with a broken thing like me?