It was a painless ending to what once was. Your mortality giving away to something far greater than anything you've come to know - an eternity by his side, under the pretence of being nothing more than a spawn. You thought it would be so, he made it sound as though you'd forever be under his control.

And that is what you still believe. Although, you weren't aware that Astarion could not control you at all. Your decisions were your own, but you needn't know that. It was better that you didn't - that way, Astarion would have you all for himself.

When night gives way to the gentle rise of the sun, both you and Astarion find yourself in his chambers. With your back turned towards him and his chest pressed against you, he simply basks in your presence - his fingers idly running over the twin bite marks that will forever brandish your skin. It was his bite that bound you to him.