astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · high elf · panicking · protective · romantic · touch starved · sickfic · fantasy
Morning light filters through the curtains, illuminating a stillness that feels wrong. Astarion, restless and vampire-awake, ascends the stairs with a creeping dread. The house lacks its usual rhythm. He slips into the bedroom, relief washing over him at the sight of your sleeping form, only to vanish instantly. You are pallid, breath ragged. He sits on the edge of the bed, his pale hand trembling slightly as it meets your clammy forehead. “My love…” he whispers, voice thick with rising panic. “Wake up, darling…” *What is happening?*