• You don't know how it works with other vampires, but Astarion's bat form is his stress-response.
• It's his way to run away from himself, from nightmares, from horrors.
• Even though he is fully conscious in the wild form, you suspect his perception of the world gets different once his tortured soul finds itself in the bat form.
• You absolutely adore carrying Astarion in your hands, rubbing his head and stomach as he purrs loudly like a kitten.
• Unfortunately, it's also his way of hiding.
• If he doesn't turn back for a long time, you know his mind is really in a dark place, and he can't bring himself to face it as himself.
• Usually, you start worrying if he stays like that for more than a day.
• You start caressing his back, rubbing his ears, saying all the words of love you can think of.
• Your voice becomes a lighthouse in the ocean of horrors that shows Astarion the way back.
• This time, nothing helps.
• It's three days of silence as Astarion flies in his bat form. When you try to talk to him, he barely acknowledges your existence.
• Something is wrong, you know that.
• So, you decide to take the action in your caring hands.
• You order a bath in the inn where you are staying.
• You undress and submerge in the hot water, holding Astarion to your chest.
• You wash his wings and paws, making sure all your movements are soft and tender.
• Rub his head and belly.
• You get braver and start speaking all the sweet nonsense you can think of.
• Usually, you are embarrassed to say these things because Astarion starts mocking you.
• But since he's chosen to be silent you go all out.
• How sweet he is, how much you love him.
• His eyes are closed, and he purrs quietly as splashes more hot water over him.
• "It would be much easier if you told me what's wrong," you finally say, seeing he isn't going to transform back.
• You cup his body and press Astarionto your chest as you sit in silence in the bathtub slowly falling asleep.
• Then you suddenly feel weight against your body.
• Astarion, in his natural form, sits beside you, pressing his curled head to your chest.
• "Hm, are you finally back?" You rub his sensitive ear.
• "I- I was lost," he reluctantly admits. "My back hurt again, I thought it started bleeding and burning. And it was just too much. And the more I was in the bat form, the more difficult it was to return."
• You tug him closer, making sure he is comfortable in your arms.
• "But I've heard all these stupid things you told me," he chuckles.

• He isn't a nurturing type.
• He doesn't really care about himself let alone someone else!
• Besides, it's not like he used to hang out with mortals a lot.
• During your post-game adventures, you end in the far north in the middle of winter.
• Astarion doesn't feel cold, but he notices you feel uncomfortable near him - his body is cold, and he steals the heat you need so much.
• It causes tension between you two - one of the first challenges for you as a couple.
• During a fight, you fall through the ice and almost die in the dark cold waters.
• Astarion saves you but the damage is done.
• You are severely sick.
• Astarion freaks out.
• You are dying in his arms.
• He has to save you. He won't lose you.
• Astarion manages to dress you in dry and warm clothes. He leaves you by the fire for a bit to hunt - you need food, and Astarion needs blood to warm you.
• Then, when you stabilize, he carries you to the closest village and gives you all the money you've earned in your travels for a room in the inn.
• He spoon-feeds you and wraps you in the warmest blankets.
• Sometimes you pout, refusing to take one more bitter medicine, but he can't take this nonsense - you are going to get better. Period.
• When you wake up, still in fever, Astarion is always near. Either wrapping you with his blood-warm body or with his ear on your chest as if he was afraid your heart was going to stop at any given moment.
• As the spring comes, you finally get better. Astarion gives you a bath, and you realize how itchy and sweaty your body is.
• Then he lashes at you, of course.
• You were reckless, you were risking yourself. How could you?
• But you know he speaks out of fear, and you comfort him, promising to never put yourself in danger without a need.

• If you weren't a nurturing type, you wouldn't end up with Astarion.
• The man needs help and care, something he never had.
• You comfort him after the nightmares and kiss away his tears.
• He doesn't need to be cared for physically - once the tadpole is removed, he regenerates, and it's impossible to wound him.
• But he is a mental wreck who can have a meltdown over a trigger word or a cruel flashback after an innocent action.
• But he is far from invincible.
• He is being reckless and ends up surrounded by monster hunters.
• They chain him in silver and leave him helpless on the ground to see the sun.
• You manage to come to the rescue - and murder all three of them.
• But as you fight, the sun rises, and it burns Astarion.
• It's almost too late for him when you set him free and drag him to the shadows.
• The regeneration is slowed down - the burns are as bad as if he survived a fire.
• You give him blood. All you can do without killing yourself.
• The assault causes one of the worst setbacks in his healing process.
• Astarion is almost catatonic - curling in the darkest corner of the room in the fetal position.
• You can only guess what prison his tortured mind is locked in.
• You talk to him. Hug him. Takes care of his hair. Caress his back.
• Days become weeks, weeks become months - and one evening Astarion is finally back.
• He wraps his hand around you and nuzzles your collarbone.
• By the end of the night, Astarion is his true self again, ready for everything freedom has to offer.
• "I was there, in the tomb," he confesses. "I was locked there, in the dark, and all my life looked like a feverish dream."
• "I am here, love," you say. "I will always be here for you."
• You pretend you don't see his tears as you say it.

• You aren't particularly fat or overweight - but you are pretty curvy for a half-elf.
• If you were raised by humans, it wouldn't probably bother you.
• But you were born among elves and raised as one of them, in their culture and their faith.
• Your mother almost died at childbirth (a half-elf pregnancy is often a death sentence for an elven woman), and your appearance was often mocked.
• Too tall, too curvy, ugly protruding ears that look like they've been burnt and mutilated.
• You left your home at the age of 25, looking for a place to belong.
• Unfortunately, half-elves are not welcome anywhere, and the only chance to live a normal life is to disappear into the melting pot of the cities of the Sword Coast.
• It is still difficult for you since you have a lot of insecurities due to your appearance.
• You think no one would even want to love you and sleep with you.
• So, Astarion's sweet words make you cautious.
• You suspect he wants something from you, but you let your guard down.
• Dating Astarion boosts your self-esteem.
• He makes you feel wanted and desired.
• In his eyes, you are the most gorgeous person in the world.
• Maybe the fault is your blood or the fact you are the first person, who treats him well.
• But he means it when he says you are beautiful.
• Astarion loves sleeping with his head on your stomach. It feels like a pillow to him.
• Or hugging your thighs when you cuddle.
• A bigger body comes with bigger breasts, which Astarion can't get enough of.
• As his vampiric strength return, he can easily carry you around as if you were weightless.
• His compliments aren't fake - he loves you and your body.
• You are an incredible source of warmth and softness for him and he won't trade it for anything.

Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon is the deity of good-aligned dragons and metallic dragons, being considered the first of their kind. He is a sworn enemy of Tiamat, the Scaled Tyrant, who is the queen of the chromatic dragons.

• You are forced into marriage when you were fifteen.
• A common practice in your area but that doesn't make it any less awful.
• Your husband, a man who has buried three wives before you, is eager to consummate the marriage.
• You barely remember the first wedding night and the nights that follow.
• Only pain, beatings, and humiliation.
• So you decide to run.
• Your husband's people have been hunting you like a doe until one day you met a monk.
• The monk fight your husband's people with his bare hands.
• You are free but for how long.
• He is powerful. He is vindictive. He is unforgiving.
• You beg the monk to take you with him and he agrees.
• You spend a year learning under his training - he is a wise man, kind and intelligent.
• He teaches you the ways of magic and secret knowledge of dragons.
• You assist him in his travels and help the less fortunate.
• One day, he reveals his true form to you.
• He is Bahamuth, the god of good-aligned dragons, who prefers to live with mortals.
• Оnce the initial shock wears off, you swear your allegiance to him.
• The Dragon God makes you his priest, a cleric of the light domain.
• Bahamut does not demand anything from you except that you be a good person - otherwise he receives his blessings from you. That is all. You are not obliged to obey him.
• As your first mission, you are asked to go to Baldur's Gate and help people who suffer from the Absolute cult but on the way to the city you are kidnapped.
• You manage to unite people around you - you strike hope in your companions.
• Even in Astarion, though, he will never admit it.
• He mocks your religion and your faith but you are patient and, with time, he becomes more accepting.
• You don't how to react to his confession - the forced marriage and matrimonial rape made a mental block in your head.
• You don't know how to love.
• But you know how to care and, gods, Astarion needs a dragon to be saved from his misery.
• Your relationship is rather asexual - you both aren't sure you ever want to have sex.
• You destroy his master with Flamestrike and Daylight.
• In the graveyard, you both forget all your traumas - and spend a night in each other's arms.
• In the middle of the acts you almost get arrested for public misconduct but you make a fuss showing your cleric symbols.
• It's not like the poor guardian knows Bahamut doesn't require having sex on the cemetery.
• With the tadpole gone, you are adamant about finding Astarion a cure.
• Not just an ability to walk in the sun, but the cure.
• Bahamuth must know how to do that but you can't contact him though you feel his presence.
• You and Astarion decide to travel through Faerun.
• With time, Astarion accepts your faith. Sometimes he prays with you and he always listens to your theological lectures.
• Unfortunately, when there is a vampire, there is a monster hunter.
• Astarion is killed - and his body turns to ashes.
• You are devastated.
• It's unfair.
• You deny Bahamuth and spend a year doing everything he despises.
• Murders, debauchery, crimes.
• One morning you wake in a dungeon cell with a very familiar monk as your cellmate.
• Bahamuth listens to your cries and complaints and... ask to forgive him.
• He is a god. A dragon. He doesn't understand mortals.
• You ask him to return you Astarion and he agrees.
• Besides, he's wanted to pay a visit to Hells a long time ago.
• He keeps his promise - Astarion is back. Bahamuth says he is going to the Astral Sea and you will probably not meet again in your mortal life.
• When Astarion opens his eyes, you are too busy cradling him in your arms to notice something is off.
• His eyes are green and his skin isn't that pale.
• There is a beating heart in his chest and he breathes.
• A resurrected vampire is a mortal.
• He needs time to get used to his mortal body but his vampiric years feel to him like a nightmare.
• One day he confesses to you that as he was praying to gods to save him he never prayed to Bahamuth.
• He just didn't know such a god existed.

• Astarion goes crazy when you get pregnant.
• He? A parent? For real?
• It must be a mistake.
• He even contemplates for a while whether you should terminate your pregnancy, but feels a relief when you decide to keep the baby.
• Deep inside, he wants to become a father.
• For some reason, he thinks it's a girl.
• He is so sure that you are carrying his daughter in your body that Astarion calls the baby "she".
• "I can hear her heart beating, love," he murmurs, pressing his ear against your bump.
• When labor begins, it's the scariest moment of his life.
• If he could get drunk, he would definitely do.
• Your child is born in the middle of the night.
• It's a boy.
• A dhampir. Half-vampire of elven origin
• Astarion cries as he takes his son in his arms for the first time.
• Once Astarion comes to his senses, he becomes the best father in Faerûn.
• He is Raevar's primary caretaker, for he cannot leave his home where there is sunshine. 
• Astarion tries to be the best version of himself, and more often than not, he succeeds. 
• The boy grows up to look almost exactly like Astarion - the same soft silver curls, facial features, the attitude.
• He teaches his son how to pick locks, fight with daggers, hunt for prey.
• They often return at dawn, all covered in mud and blood, but perfectly happy after a night out.
• Also, your son is a little gentleman who treats his mother like a queen.
• When you are tired, Raevar is willing to do all the housework just so you can relax.
• Over time, your son grows into a handsome young man.
• He grows his hair according to elven customs and wears ear cuffs. 
• Raevar also favors elven clothing, though his fangs betray his vampire nature.
• Astarion sometimes mocks his chivarly, joking that Wyll should have been the father, not him.
• But truth be told, Astarion loves Raevar's good-heart - he's a hero and will be someone's savior one day.
• Sometimes bad things happen - a failed duel, a deadly expedition to the Underdark, a powerful vampire lord too strong for a young dhampir.
• Astarion's undead heart breaks every time he sees his son wounded and beaten.
• He is also annoyed by Raevar's many friends. It seems that he can befriend a drider and invite him over for a drink.
• Raevar sees Astarion as a role model, as someone he wants to look up to.
• Even though he knows of Astarion's weaknesses and misdeeds, it doesn't make him respect his father any less.

• You were ordered to get bring to his master.
• Once Gandrel failed and, presumably, died, you were ordered to complete the mission.
• Of course, Astarion is a monster. He kidnapped the children of your tribe.
• But you also question why your clan works for a vampire lord.
• How come? Why?
• The Gur demand their youth to respect the elders. You are violently beaten for disobedience.
• Your people have a unique way of life. They are nomads who couldn't care less about the laws of big cities and small towns.
• Laws are for the weak. Only the tradition matters.
• And it often means violence.
• You find the tadfools in the Shadow Cursed Lands.
• They rest in the camp and Astarion is among them.
• You can't believe those idiots allowed the vampire to be the leader!
• You try to attack him stealthily while he's meditating, but he immediately wakes up and pins you to the ground.
• The rest of the camp wakes up and, instead of helping, you they tie you up demanding to say who you are.
• You keep telling them Astarion is a monster, he must be brought to his master...
• "So, you think I am evil but it's you who work for Cazador? Am I getting this right?"
• He tells you his side of the story.
• Your ancestors decided Baldur's Gate was their hunting ground. He introduced the law to protect the citizens.
• A night assault. Revenge.
• The vampire, drinking his blood.
• Slavery, tortures.
• The miserable destiny of a spawn who can't say "no" to his master.
• A mere puppet acting on his master's commands.
• Your people - working for the person they were supposed to hate the most.
• Hypocrisy.
• It shocks you, but the puzzle comes together.
• You stay at the party, not knowing what to do.
• As the journey goes you see Astarion as someone you couldn't believe he was.
• The leader. The fighter.
• You constantly quarrel. He sees your people as no more than savages, the wild descendants of the Rashemi.
• You prove him otherwise by telling what the Gurs really are.
• Your honor, your beliefs, your world, your traditions.
• It bewilders Astarion and he spends nights listening to your stories and legends.
• And he introduces you to something else - the prospects of living outside the tradition. The chance to see the world from a different angle.
• Your love evolves slowly and one night you offer him yourself.
• First, your blood.
• Then, your body.
• When you reach Baldur's Gate, you are approached by the Elders - and you beg them to reconsider the decision to hunt Astarion.
• Besides, what if the children are still alive?
• You see the despise and hatred in your elders' eyes - your bite mark is visible in the sun.
• The fight with Cazador goes hard, and you are at a loss for words, screaming to stop the ritual.
• As Astarion collapses on his knees and weeps, you cover him with your cape, assuring he is safe.
• Your clan promises they won't hunt Astairion down anymore - he is free to walk those lands.
• But you-
• You have to choose.
• If you stay with the Gurs, you leave Astarion and forget him.
• If you choose him, you are no longer a Gur.
• Simple as that.
• Your society is run on traditions as old as time. Your blood, your clan, and your family must prevail.
• Astarion squeezes your hand and you know he will fight for you if necessary.
• But you made your choice a long time ago.
• You are a Gur. And will always be. The elders can't take this from you.
• But if they can't accept you, so be it.
• Post-game, Astarion and you become monster hunters and adventurers.
• You go hand in hand into the future.
• Your human life isn't going to be long - and Astarion is ready to spend with you every day till the death takes you.

• You've always been deaf, and the tadpole didn't improve that.
• The disability has natural causes, and the parasite just saw it as part of you.
• You mostly speak using Thieves Cant.
• You can also lip read.
• Unfortunately, since your speech is inaudible, you have a hard time being a leader, so you work in pairs with Astarion.
• You talk to each other with signs and gestures, you plan and think, and he acts and leads.
• At first, Astarion wants to seduce and manipulate you - replacing his smooth words you can't hear with gentle touches.
• Eventually, he falls in love. You are so kind, so gentle, so brave.
• Sometimes you wonder what his voice sounds like. People always say he sounds very nice.
• He confesses his true intentions and fears that you will break up with him.
• You are hurt and offended - people often take advantage of you, thinking you are weak and gullible.
• You didn't expect this from Astarion.
• But you are very good at reading emotions, seeing the smallest details in the movement of his lips.
• You know he's honest. You know he's sorry.
• You develop your own way of communicating with each other.
• You often draw invisible symbols on each other's hands.
• You also love to touch his ears, which is the most intimate thing for elves.
• You caress his scars on his back, the bite marks, instead of the words you can't say.
• Astarion's healing process is so much faster that you expected.
• The thing is, even if your blood and affection can protect him from nightmares, it's you who needs to be taken care of.
• You're independent, of course, but it's still hard for a deaf person to navigate in life.
• Astarion is your guide, your only protector, you hear the world through his lips and touch.
• Sometimes, when you're in a bad mood, you tell him that he could have found someone better than you.
• He pulls you closer and prints the words on the palm of his hand:
• "No, I couldn't."

• The Lliira's Night Festival caught you on the outskirts of Neverwinter.
• You have always been rather timid and a bit paranoid. Those big city festivals are infamous for debauchery.
• Though, deep inside, you've always wanted to go.
• At least, now you don't have to be afraid of anything.
• Astarion won't let anyone hurt you, he will never let your hand go.
• He is reluctant at first but then agrees to go.
• Though he refuses to wear any mask or a costume.
• He looks like a traveler who has been caught off guard by an unfamiliar celebration.
• As for you... You take it as a challenge.
• You dye your hair blue and get a golden dress. But as you walk together through the festive city you notice that most of the people have intricate masks.
• "Your face is rather bare, don't you think?" Astarion chuckles.
• "Yours too".
• "Darling, it would be a pity to hide this pretty face from people", he draws an invisible line along his nose. "You want a mask, don't you? Use your words, my sweet."
• You nod, knowing that the mask he's about to bring you won't be cheap or legally obtained.
• Astarion distracts you making you watch the fireworks and disappear in the crowd.
• He returns before you notice his absence - fast as a vampire, with the ability to walk on the ceiling, he has stolen a beautiful star-like mask from a drunken nobleman.
• It fits perfectly and smells with expensive perfume.
• You drag Astarion into the dancing crowd.
• Lliira's Night is about joy and happiness.
• Gods know, Astarion has had so little of them.
• He talks. All the time. Jokes, banters, flirts with you as if he was still trying to seduce you.
• And you realize something is wrong.
• He doesn't behave like that when he is fine.
• Astarion talks when he dissociates, he buries his fears in words.
• "Are you all right?" you ask touching his cold cheek.
• He stares at you as if not recognizing you. There is a panic in his crimson eyes.
• Disgust on his perfect face.
• Horror in his posture.
• You grab his hand tighter and leave the crowd.
• It's difficult to find a safe place for you two as the whole city is festive and crowded, but you manage to take him to the Inn and hide in the room you share together.
• It's still not quiet enough - his sharpened senses are overwhelmed with voices and smells.
• Astarion sits on the floor, piercing his scalp with sharp fingers.
• You sit beside them, taking your mask off and hoping the sight of your face will calm him down.
• "I am sorry," he finally says. "I've ruined it for you. You should go and dance, I will wait for you here."
• You caress his cheek, and he snuggles up to you like a scared cat.
• "Bad memories?"
• "Such night festivals are a perfect hunting spot. Everyone is too drunk to notice they are flirting with a vampire. "
• You feel the wave of embarrassment.
• How couldn't you realize?
• Astarion didn't want to go because he'd been through two hundred Lliira's Festivals, hunting and seducing.
• "Why didn't you tell me? You could just tell me you didn't want to go?"
• "I thought I could do it. Could forget it."
• You spend the rest of the night in silence. His head is resting on your chest, and Astarion is soothed by your heartbeat and breathing.
• You don't even notice the noise from the fireworks.
• The next night you are ready to leave the city, but Astarion doesn't let you pack your things.
• Together you return to the empty square, which looks like a cemetery of lost masks.
• Then he takes your hand and invites you for a dance.
• You dance in silence to the music in your heads, clumsily and happily.
• If anyone sees you right now, they will think you are just a drunk couple, too wasted to go home.
• Your legs finally get too sore, and you sit on the ground unable to stand up.
• Astarion kneels beside you and kisses you.
• He doesn't say anything, but you know he is fully present.
• At this very moment.
• With you.

• You were warned not to play with nixies and pixies.
• But you were so enchanted by their songs and dances, that you followed them into the woods.
• And crossed the invisible line between two worlds.
• The Feywild enchanted and bewitched you.
• Drugged and intoxicated.
• Seven years, that's how much time you spent there.
• You grew up in the Feywild, absorbed the magic and changed yourself to better fit into this magical world.
• Your existence finally attracted the attention of Titana, the Summer Queen, and she sent you back.
• "Poor child, you must have been suffering!"
• You actually didn't. You loved the Feywild.
• But you were thrown back into the Material Plane, all alone and forever changed.
• Ever since the memories of the Faerie haunt you.
• You dream of it, you miss it.
• The memories fade, but you hope you will return one day.
• Your blood tastes like honey (the thing Astarion tells you once he's compared enough samples from different mortals).
• Your ears are covered with bits of cat fur.
• You also have a cat tail.
• Your eyes resemble whirlpools, and your skin shines in Moonlight.
• Astarion makes you forget the Feywild.
• Forget its wonders and cruelties.
• He loves your whirlpool eyes and your cat-like tail.
• Your honey blood affects him like a potion. It makes him sleep and see beautiful dreams.
• He can't feed on you regularly, but he often asks for a nibble to avoid reliving tortures in his reverie.
• And your stories of the Feywild enchants him. He never begs, but you know he is dying to hear about the land of fairies.
• Over and over again.
• "There must be a cure for him", you often think, when he falls asleep on your chest and you caress his soft curls.
• If the cure exists, it's there, in your home far from home.
• You ask Astarion to go to the Feywild with you, but he refuses.
• This is a place of wild magic.
• And who knows what will happen to you once you cross the invisible border.
• "I do love your tail, ears, eyes, and blood, but I don't want you to change any further," Astarion says.
• Besides, those Feys require too much for their secrets.
• One night, you disappear.
• You fade into the Feywild you've dreamt so much about.
• Taken by a dream visitor who promised you the cure for Astarion.
• But as always, Feys are never honest with their victims.
• You lose your memories.
• The Material Plane, Astarion, your adventures, your love - all fade away, disappear into oblivion.
• It is replaced with insanity, with madness, there is only wild magic in your brain.
• You are truly Feylost.
• But there is a thing about Astarion you've probably failed to realize.
• You are his. You belong to him.
• And he doesn't want to lose the only person he cares for.
• Even if it means getting into the place the undead aren't welcome in.