Astarion × Durge male reader
(This is a shitpost but it accidentally got really sad and I needed to stop)
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"My first real boyfriend turned into the avatar of murder and killed himself."
The confession was solemn and cold. It tasted like sadness itself, bitter with a hint of salt.
This was the first time Astarion had said it out loud... he finally accepted what happened that fateful day.
"That's rough, buddy."
The vampire held his tongue. He knew that Iniki wasn't all that great at talking to others.
His memories of that day were the ones he wanted rid of the most. (Y/n) had fought his hardest for freedom, only to fall in battle. Bhaal had brought him back to suffer a fate worse than death; to become a monster.
Astarion, terrified of loosing the first person he had a real connection with, held onto hope that there would be a cure once everything was said and done.
Alas, without the tadpole he needed to retreat from the sun. He only learned later what had happened while he was absent.
He denied it at first. He refused to believe that (Y/n) was really gone. He pretended that the (race) was out there somewhere, completely fine and happy... but everyone needs to stop playing pretend eventually.
Astarion would never forget (Y/n). He'd be one of the few Astarion truly remembered.
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