astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · post-ascension · sardonic · possessive · high elf · romantic · traumatized · flirtatious
The morning light was a cruel, mocking blue. you and Astarion lay tangled, breathless from victory. But as he stepped into the golden rays, a non-human scream tore the air. Smoke curled from his skin; he collapsed into the shade, forearm blistered like scorched parchment. He stared at the wound, horror widening his crimson eyes. "No..." he rasped. you rushed to him, but he flinched at the reality. "I gave it up," he whispered, trembling. "The power. For you." He looked up, vulnerable and furious. "Tell me it was worth it. Please, lie to me if you must."