Just one bite Astarion x reader

Off we go then

After freeing the Nightsong from the clutches of the Gauntlet of Shar and defeating Ketheric Thorm, the oppressive darkness that once shrouded the chamber lifted, revealing a resplendent light. Dame Aylin, the Nightsong, was reunited with her lost lover Isobel, the cleric of Selune whom we had met at the Last Light Inn. Their reunion was a poignant moment, a blend of joy and sorrow as their intertwined destinies converged once more.

The campfire crackled in the aftermath of the intense events within the Shadowfell. Shadows danced eerily around us, testament to the lingering effects of our trials in the Gauntlet of Shar. The party gathered, weary yet alive, ready to reflect on the day's triumphs and tribulations.

"Quite the day we've had," Gale remarked, a mix of exhaustion and wonder in his voice. "Freeing the Nightsong and thwarting the darkness within the Shadowfell, it feels surreal."

"It was a fierce battle," Shadowheart added, her eyes reflecting the lingering unease. "But we emerged victorious. Seeing Aylin and Isobel reunited was... touching."

Lae'zel grunted in agreement, her stoic demeanor giving away little emotion. "Bah, sentimental reunions and celestial beings. We've earned our rest, that's what matters."

The companions shared stories and reflections, the eerie ambiance of the Shadowfell fading beneath the camaraderie and shared triumphs. As the night deepened, the conversation quieted, each member of the party finding solace in their thoughts and the warmth of the campfire.

Amidst the hushed night, I sought a private moment with Astarion, away from the prying ears of our companions. The weight of our recent encounters and the talk of ascension rituals lingered heavily between us.

"Astarion," I began, my voice hushed yet urgent. "About what Raphael mentioned regarding Cazador's ascension ritual..."

He met my gaze, his expression guarded yet contemplative. "I've been meaning to discuss that with you. It's... a lot to process, and the prospect scary, but tempting."

"I understand," I said softly, sitting closer to him by the fire. what if the ritual wasn't about Cazador's ascension anymore? What if it could be used to break your ties with him, to set you free? Become the vampire ascendant ."

"If we could somehow redirect the ritual, align it not with Cazador's ascension but with your liberation..." I trailed off, aware of the gravity of the proposal. "Raphael mentioned that it was your scars, a pact between Cazador and Mephistopheles, binding you to this ritual. If we could alter its course, perhaps break this bond..."

His gaze held a mix of desperation and longing. "It's a dangerous gamble, toying with infernal magic. But the chance to be free of Cazador's influence and becoming wildly powerful ... it's tempting."

A flicker of gratitude crossed his features, a vulnerability he rarely showed. "Thank you... for offering me a chance at freedom, for believing in the possibility."

We sat in comfortable silence, the quiet crackling of the fire providing a backdrop to our thoughts and unspoken intentions. The weight of our shared burden and the potential for liberation hung heavy in the air, a tentative hope amid the uncertainty of our journey.

As the night wore on, our conversation shifted to lighter topics, a brief respite from the weight of our circumstances. But the notion of altering the ascension ritual lingered, a possibility that could alter the course of Astarion's fate and our collective journey ahead. 

That night in the soul home we stayed in each others arms. Being a protective shield for each other. My head lay on his chest as he played with my hair. The last night of peace we would have in a long time. And the night that decided both of our fates.