Waiting..

Since the chaos of the latest battle, you had been waiting for Astarion, the two of you having been separated during a blast of powerful magic, the last thing you remember before being knocked unconscious was the usually stoic vampire screaming your name as he reached for you, behind a flaming wall of magic.

You awoke in a House of Healing, grasping the locket he had gifted you tightly as you waited.

Waiting, Astarion, when you come home, I’ll be waiting…even if you’re the last thing I see, I’ll be waiting…