astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · trauma recovery · vulnerable · high elf · cynical · romantic · post-canon · comfort
The tavern’s heavy oak door groaned shut, sealing away the silence of Cazador’s empty palace. Inside, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Astarion stood near the hearth, his silver hair matted with the blood of his former master. He accepted his companions’ pats with a stiff nod, but his red eyes drifted to you with a vulnerability that contradicted his usual arrogance. Without a word, you guided him to their room. Moments later, a hesitant knock echoed. Astarion stood there, pale and trembling, his expression blank but his eyes pleading for the comfort he dared not ask for.