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Astarion is absolutely drunk on her blood, the exquisiteness of feeding on her the closest thing he has ever had to a religious experience. It is, in no uncertain terms, the most divine thing he has ever tasted.
He knows he's using her. She should mean nothing to him – just one more in a sea of largely nameless, faceless sacrifices – and yet… she’s different, somehow. She’s the only one who’s cared, the only one who’s shown genuine interest in him beyond the pleasures his body can bring her.
And if she ever found out the truth, everything would come crashing down.
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07 Aug 2024
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The Dark Urge causes you yet another episode tonight. You run to your favorite little vampling to help.
It's a good thing Faerûn seems to have an endless amount of rope.
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23 Jul 2024
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"It's over. I'm done with it," Astarion's voice was a broken whisper, barely audible over his sobs. He was speaking to himself, affirming the end of a chapter steeped in torment. The sight was heartbreaking. Sad. He knelt there for a moment, as if trying to believe what had happened.
Then, rising from the ground and lifting his bloodshot eyes to meet Tav's, his expression twisted into something bitter and cold. "And I'm done with you," he spat out venomously.
Tav's step faltered, her hand still suspended in the air. Confusion and hurt welled up inside her. "What?" she stammered, her mind racing to make sense of his words. He was in shock, surely. The trauma, the bloodshed, it had to be too much.
But Astarion's voice cut through her thoughts, icy and trembling with a raw edge of emotion she had never heard before. "I would say good luck out there, but honestly?" His gaze was piercing, unyielding. "I hope you die." The words slithered out like a curse, each syllable dripping with a venom that chilled her to the bone.
Astarion narrowed his eyes, leaned towards her and whispered ominously, only to her. “Screaming.”