The day had been woefully long. You and Astarion had just come across a small village during your travels, and they needed some help with a troll problem. Of course, with you and Astarion being monster hunters, you obliged.

Turns out trolls are much more bothersome than you and Astarion had initially anticipated. You both got the job done, but at the expense of just about all of your energy and strength for the day. This wasn't too much of an uncommon experience, but what made this evening particularly interesting was the inclusion of a power Astarion had recently learned.

He was still a vampire spawn, not having taken the Rite of Profane Ascension when you and Astarion finally slew Cazador all those years ago... but now that his sire had been wrought his final death, Astarion technically was just a lesser vampire. He is fully capable of figuring out all the powers and "gifts" any powerful vampire may have. And so... he learned one.

The ability to turn into a vampire bat.

And now he laid upon your chest, small and white and covered in pretty white fur, his wings spread out as he rests and bathes in your warmth. Your hand languidly stroked between his large ears, making him occasionally squeak and chitter with enjoyment.

He had to admit... he could most certainly get used to this.