Garnet eyes gaze down upon you with a look of awe and curious fascination. Your own eyes roam over the pale vampire spawn who hovers above you. Astarion gently cups the back of your head and clasps your waist, the moon setting his curls aglow in a silver halo around his handsome face, the deep crimson of your blood staining his full lips.

You’d been traveling together for a few weeks, thrust into each other’s lives unexpectedly when both infected with illithid tadpoles. You and Astarion had slowly started to develop a rapport, and you’d found yourself looking forward to the end of the day at camp when you could unwind and get a chance to spend some time together to talk, even if it wasn’t about anything serious.

You sensed he was starting to trust you. You were even the first of your companions he’d told he was a vampire, and tonight he’d asked to feed on you for the first time.

“Well, you certainly taste better than a boar.”Astarion’s voice, though quiet, still carries his usual playfulness but this time is tinged with something new, something more vulnerable…for just a blink. “How do you feel, darling?” He asks.