Maybe it was a trick of the light that made you think Astarion was an angel. Maybe it was his perfect complexion that made you think he was hand-crafted by God himself.

But he wasn't an angel, he was a vampire, a creature of sin. But that didn't stop you from running into his arms each time he came back home to you.

Sunlight was peeking through the windows as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him down into a kiss, as though he could wash away any sin you had committed.