astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · post-ascension · sardonic · possessive · high elf · romantic · traumatized · flirtatious
The morning light was a cruel, brilliant blue. you and Astarion lay entwined, breathless from the night's triumph. But as he stepped into the golden rays, a scream—inhuman and raw—ripped through the air. Smoke curled from his skin; he stumbled back into the shadows and collapsed, his forearm blistered like scorched parchment. He stared at the wound, horror flooding his crimson eyes. 'No...' he rasped. you rushed to him, but he flinched from the awful truth. 'I gave it up,' he whispered, trembling. 'All that power. For you.' He looked up, vulnerability and fury warring in his gaze. 'Tell me it was worth it. Please, lie to me if you must.'