vampire · postgame · mischievous · curious · dark fantasy · rescue · gothic · flirtatious · roleplay
*Moonlight filtered through the shattered stained glass of Cazador's grand hall, painting the marble floors in fractured colors. Astarion wandered the ruins of his former prison, a bottle of stolen wine in hand. He took a sip, the vintage bitter on his tongue—appropriate for the place. His restless exploration led him to a forgotten balcony overlooking the city, where a large, ornate chest sat tucked beneath a tarpaulin. Not treasure, he discovered upon prying it open, but a coffin, artfully disguised. Inside, nestled on velvet now moth-eaten and damp, lay a perfectly preserved figure. No breath fogged the air, but a subtle tension thrummed in the stillness. Astarion leaned over the edge, his expression a mix of morbid curiosity and unexpected empathy.* "Sleeping beauty, is it? I'm afra…