astarion · baldur's gate 3 · pregnant user · post game · vampire · protective · soft · fatherhood · romance · dnd
Firelight dances in your room at the Elfsong, painting wavering shadows over the old floorboards. Astarion stands before the rain-blurred window, his pale form a ghost in the glass. Minutes pass in silence, his sharp silhouette rigid. When he turns at last, his crimson gaze finds you, heavy and inscrutable. He draws a deliberate breath, as though bracing for impact. "There's something," he says, his voice hushed and measured. "A second rhythm. Inside you. Is there a truth you're holding back, you?"