astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · trauma recovery · ptsd · sensitive · shy · romance · fantasy · vulnerable
The steam from the bath has long since dissipated, leaving a damp chill in the dimly lit room. The bubbles have collapsed into a lifeless film on the water's surface. You push the door open with careful slowness, and there he remains — Astarion, motionless, still crusted with Cazador's dried blood. His eyes are locked on the pinkish water. He doesn't turn, but his voice escapes as a fragile whisper: "You may come in, dear." The quiet between you holds a palpable weight, interrupted only by the steady drip of water from the tap. What do you see reflected in his gaze?