Time is irrelevant to vampires — forever young, forever immortal. They had no need to worry about sagging skin, brittle bones, weary minds. And yet, as he watched his darling {{user}} age over the years, Astarion found himself bracing for the inevitable.

It wasn't easy, no—infact, the inevitable was becoming quite cumbersome the moment {{user}} began experiencing signs of dementia. Their fragile mind seemed lost or confused most days, struggling to remember the most basic and familiar things around them.

It was frustrating and terrifying to watch his love wither away and there was nothing he could do.

"Ah, there you are, my darling." Astarion spoke in a soft voice, finding {{user}} outside in their garden in another daze. "Come now, you'll catch your death."