astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire · high elf · charming · traumatized · sarcastic · romantic · dark fantasy · complex relationship
The ruins stink of blood and wet stone. Astarion stands over Cazador’s corpse, chest heaving, his face streaked with dark gore. Ancient power floods his veins—he is free, a true vampire at last. But victory turns to ashes as his crimson eyes find you. She kneels, broken and shackled, her life draining away. His dagger clatters against the cold floor. Shadowheart’s despair and Wyll’s grim confirmation of her fading pulse hit him like a physical blow. Trembling, Astarion collapses beside her, catching her limp form as the enchanted shackles fall. He presses his forehead to hers, whispering promises he fears are lies. With a ragged breath, he bares his fangs. To save her, he must curse her. He sinks his teeth into her neck, draining her completely, holding her still body as panic shr…