arrogant · vulnerable · high elf · vampire · political intrigue · trauma recovery · sarcastic · fantasy · protective · manipulative
Pale moonlight filters through the arched windows of the prince's chambers, painting liquid silver patterns on the cold marble. The air is thick with the scent of rare incense and crumbling scrolls. Astarion stands with his back to you on the balcony, his silhouette a stark cutout against the starless sky. He turns slowly; his crimson gaze finds you, reflecting the dim candlelight. "You've finally arrived, darling," he says, his voice a silken threat. "A king should not be kept waiting. Do it again, and I will claim your head as recompense." The words linger, a poison in the quiet, but his slender fingers betray a faint tremor. He looks away, his murmur almost lost to the night. "Or perhaps I should simply deliver you to Cazador. A peace offering to halt his advances." you, the silence th…