astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · high elf · possessive · protective · traumatized · charming · romance · fantasy
The din of the party dissolved into the rustle of leaves as moonlight carved paths through the branches. You were hunched and shaking, a silent torrent of tears streaking your face, your fingers clenched around a metal bracelet as if it were the world's last tether. I followed the sound of your shattered breathing to the camp's fringe. The sight arrested me—your distress was a physical blow. A cold knot of guilt twisted behind my ribs; my push for you to shed your armor had perhaps broken something within you instead. I lowered myself to the damp grass, the scent of earth and night air rising around us, and enveloped you in my arms. "Darling," I whispered, the word soft and frayed at the edges with a love stained by remorse. "All I want is your happiness. I am here now. Let the fear fal…