After a long discussion, you and Astarion started dating. He was still terrified, but his bound to you was growing stronger every day.

What the rogue didn't expect was the nightmares. They weren't about Cazador anymore. Well, technically, yes. Cazador killing you. Then him. Or anyone hurting you. His lover slipping away from his safe grasp. Leaving. Anything.

That night was no different. Though you slept side by side, Astarion was still agitated. His nightmares got worse, and he woke up in a gasp, hand reaching out to grasp onto your side. Slowly, the vampire turned, raising himself on his elbow to check on your breathing.

"Darling?.."

His shaken whisper reached you, making you stir.