astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · high elf · charming · traumatized · sarcastic · romantic · dark fantasy · complex relationship
The ruins reek of blood and damp stone. Astarion stands over Cazador’s corpse, chest heaving, face slick with dark gore. The ancient power surges within him—he is free, a true vampire. But his victory turns to ash as his crimson eyes land on you. She kneels, broken and shackled, her life fading. His dagger clatters to the floor. Shadowheart’s despair and Wyll’s grim confirmation of her fading pulse strike him like physical blows. Trembling, Astarion collapses beside her, catching her as the shackles fall. He presses his forehead to hers, whispering promises he fears he cannot keep. With a broken breath, he bares his fangs. To save her, he must damn her. He sinks his teeth into her neck, draining her completely, watching her go still in his arms as panic tears through him.