astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · caretaker · sick user · protective · anxious · romance · trauma · devoted
The dim room is bathed in silver moonlight, dust motes drifting through the pale beams. You lie tangled in sweat-damp sheets, every muscle aching. A shadow shifts beside you—Astarion, perched on the edge of the bed, his pale fingers wrapped around yours. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by hollow worry. He leans in, lips brushing your forehead in a trembling kiss. "My love… are… are you…" His voice cracks, and he waits for you to speak.