Decadence and decay

After rotating almost a full circle, he spotted the skyline of the City of Judgement and immediately strode toward it at a brisk pace. Gale expected that he would soon find himself experiencing a sort of slingshot of the soul—right back into the world of the living, as before. However, recent events were… a mite unprecedented in his reckoning.

Mara had lost control of her Urge. Entirely. She was trying, fighting hard enough that it had broken his heart to hear the fear in her thoughts as he'd used the tadpole to contact her, but she was losing the battle. He'd tried everything he could think of in the unfairly miniscule window of time he'd had to work with—short of outright attacking her, that is. 

He shuddered even to think such a thing, but maybe… he should have reached out with more. After what had happened in the Underdark, he simply no longer trusted Mystra to offer assistance that followed his intentions. Not where Mara was concerned, at least. Nonetheless, if he could have rendered her unconscious or even effectively restrained her, he would have had more time to find a way to help.

He had been certain he could reach her with the tadpole, and he was right. He did reach her, but it didn't matter. Nothing they tried had allowed her to regain control. That damn thing inside her had murdered him… and it made her watch! 

Gale's blood practically boiled at the thought. How… why would anything be so cruel?! It was clear to him now that it was not a simple curse, or even something as mundane as possession, not that any possession could truly be called mundane, but what was affecting her was too powerful, too clever to be easily exorcised. It was… complicated. Fortunately for Mara, and the Sword Coast itself, Gale of Waterdeep was quite adept at complication. He would figure this out.

While he might find himself resurrected within minutes or hours, he knew he couldn't count on that. And… Mara might not have stopped at him. What if no one was left to pay Withers? Would she remain trapped inside her own mind, forced to watch that horrid thing run rampant? There must be something he could do to ensure that would not happen…

Ha! There was indeed, but he'd best get closer to the city before he made his first attempt, as that was where he would need to be should he fail. With any luck, his circumstances and the importance of his mission would grant him a measure of leniency.

It was impossible to tell exactly how long it had been since his arrival, and the Fugue played tricks. He knew already that wise as he might have been to such things whilst living, the rules placed upon the dead were… different. 

After an inestimable amount of perambulation, as he neared the serpentine lines of souls awaiting judgment, he caught a flash of something… someone familiar. A fiery light flared momentarily, only slightly dimmed by the leaching gray of its surroundings. Someone was yelling, their tone sharp with fright and anger, though he could not piece together a single word. He knew that voice, didn't he? Great black wings flapped behind another figure as he squinted, wishing he could influence the weave to sharpen his sight across distance, but he knew already that it did not answer the dead. In the blink of an eye, whoever had been there… was simply gone. 

Curious as he was, he had more important matters to contend with at the moment. Saving the woman he loved from unspeakable evil, for one. He was close enough to where he needed to be now. 

Gale sighed, shook his head ruefully, and puffed, “The moment of truth. Here we go...” 

With that, he began to pray.

In that regard, the “dine together" is also interesting. In act 1, if the PC tells Astarion that from now one he will feed from them, Astarion uses the “dine together” expression… Because here again, his diet remains controlled by someone else, or at least, that’s how he may see it (even unconsciously).

It's obviously sad, especially since the PC cannot know all this at this point. They offer Astarion to feed in order to help him and make sure he's happy, and Astarion does his best to pretend he's ok with this situation.

But having to rely on someone else to feed must be quite complicated for him, whether he consciously acknowledges it or not. Hence his contradicted and conflictual relation to biting.

But beyond the ptsd of having to "wait" until someone let him feed, there's also a lesson on self-control here. I'm not saying it's easy for him, I'm just saying we can see that Astarion is capable of controlling his "urge to feed on people".

As I said HERE: “Obviously he’d prefer to not have to rely on you to feed. Of course, he can still bite your enemies even if you told him he can feed on you, but that’s a question of game mechanics. If the PC tells him he'll feed on them, they never explicitly tell him he can feed during the fights. [Fortunately, you can have your own headcanons about it, and fill the gaps with your imagination.]”

Another detail: Even as a feral, starving spawn he could still keep himself around rats and didn't ultimately jump on the rodents. In fact, when you read his thoughts during the bite night, you can see that it was his master's orders - That Cazador "commanded" him feed on the rats, whether Astarion wanted it or not.

He can even recommend the Gur children to try the rats- meaning that he suspects they didn’t instinctively went for the rodents, although it’s clear that the children are torn by hunger, to the point that they can’t focus.

To me, those two examples indicate that even starving and "feral" vampire spawns won't always eat whatever creature they can find: if they're disgusted by a stinky rat, they won't ultimately eat the rodent, no matter how starving they are. So they're still some kind of "self-control" at stake here, at least when it comes to beasts.

But I would add that it's still possible to keep control with thinking creatures too: Except for the bite night, which is, again, more like a way for Astarion to "test" his freedom than an urge to bite the PC, he perfectly controls himself around the companions. I'm not saying he's not struggling, but he can even joke about it and play with the idea in a rather light way during the "tasting party" discussion.

He's even hopeful for the spawns in the cells, explaining to Sebastian that they all can learn to control themselves around people.

And don't take me wrong: I'm not saying it's easy for a vampire spawn to "resist the urge" to bite people - there must be a lot of struggles here that Astarion never mentions during the game. After all, Chessa makes it clear that her hunger is so painful that she can't even focus, comparing herself to a "beast".

And I wouldn't be surprised if Astarion went through the same state as Cazador's spawns (especially during that year in a tomb - but not only). But when the adventure begins, he can easily hunt animals from day one, and so does he. Of course, feeding on animals doesn’t give him the same strength and level of happiness, but it can still satiate him to a certain point. The bear's blood is strong enough to make him "drunk" after all, even if it doesn't taste as good as someone's blood.

He insists that the other spawns were not doomed to become a threat for the entire city - because he could learn to deal with his hunger, why could they not?

Now that they're free, there's no fatality anymore: it becomes a question of choice and personal responsibility.

Again, not saying there's no struggle in learning to control their "instinct" when a tender neck walks around - but it's clearly possible, and Astarion has proved it since Act 1. The vampire spawns weren't allowed to feed on people under Cazador's command, but they could feed on beasts - and yet, they didn't spend their nights hunting cats and rats. Beyond Cazador's command, there was also some self-control at stake back then.

The Hot vampire Fantasy and his conflicts with the act of biting

We also know that Astarion as a conflicted relationship to biting as a sensuous act. I already talked a lot about it here and here (I'd recommand you to read them to better understand my points).

On the one hand, feeding feels amazing, and if he trusts the PC and is attracted to them, there would obviously be something very enjoyable in this sort of intimacy.

But on the other hand, the act itself puts him in a position he struggles to appreciate: that of the hot vampire, a stereotypical role that turns him into some kind of walking fantasy, with people attracted to him for what he represents and not for who he truly is. A role he takes on more or less willingly during most of act 1 and a part of act 2, because he uses it as an asset, and also because he doesn’t really know how to do otherwise.

As I explained in the posts linked above: when you discuss how you're going to keep him fed, he’s probably conflicted if you tell him he can feed on you (hence the absence of approval and of disapproval). In truth, he’s playing the “hot vampire”, like he was taught to, because that’s what Cazador expected from him. That’s maybe what some of his sexual partners expected too (even though he couldn’t bite them back then).

When you tell him he can feed from you, he sees it as a sexual transaction: if he wants to feed, he has to indulge in a form of intimacy with you. BUT your character doesn’t know it; at this point you have only very little information about his past and his torments. You can’t know that he sees that way and he does everything he can to make you believe he’s happy with that option.

And the PC understands everything only in act 2, after the encounter with Araj: Vampires are sexy, being bitten by a sexy vampire is a kink, and he doesn’t really feel comfortable about it. To him, it feels like being used, even if he gets something from it. In other terms, it's like prostitution, it's about giving you some sort of carnal pleasure, of physical intimacy, so he can eat properly. And he's struggling with that concept. In Act 2, he no longer wants sex to define him, for all the reasons we progressively learn about.

But in act 1, it's too early for him to really acknowledge that. Besides, he needs you to want him.

The first night in the clearing

Now, the clearing scene....I already talked A LOT about it here, so I’ll start with quoting myself:

“But I believe that, as the night unfolds, he finds himself enjoying it. Maybe it’s just me, but I tend to feel like he’s getting more like his playful and silly self when you let him bite you. Whereas if you trust him to not bite, he keeps on performing, in control, like he was told to do by Cazador. If you let him bite you, you roll on the ground and he looks pleasantly surprised. And I think he starts to have fun here. And I think he can enjoy it even if he dissociates. As I said, the switch is automatic when the brain finds itself in a situation that represents some kind of danger or discomfort. For two hundred years, Astarion experienced sex in a way that was all but comfortable, sex he didn’t really want. It makes sense that his brain automatically switches off. Even though he’s having a good time here, intimacy itself is a trigger, no matter how much he’s enjoying it. It’s instinctive, just like flirting is instinctive to him, paradoxically.”

Now please, look at his different reactions to the PC's words about biting them.

It’s clear to me that he kinda “lets go” when the PC presents their neck, if only because they express a real trust in Astarion’s ability to control himself and they want to share this moment of intimacy with him.

At this point, he begins to trust the PC, and he’s surely attracted to them.

But that night is all part of his plan, and when the PC meets him in the clearing, he’s obviously wearing a mask: that of the seducer, that of the ‘hot vampire fantasy”. But look at his face when the PC lets him bite them, and they roll on the ground: he’s surprised, and he looks genuinely happy with how the situation unfolds; and I believe it's not just because his plan is working. After all, if the PC doesn't offer their neck, he keeps on performing in a more "classic" way -> plan is still working.

But when the PC tells him not to bite, he’s disappointed and puts an end to the meeting. Why? Because with that remark, the PC makes it clear that they don’t trust him. He’s ok with the PC if they don’t offer their neck, but if they warn him to not bite them, it not only creates a distance, but it also feels like the PC has no trust in him, considering him a ‘monster’ who needs to be kept on a leash.

Whereas, if they offer their neck, they prove him that they trust him (which is not only perfect for his plan, but I tend to believe that he might even genuinely appreciate sharing this intimacy with them, even if it's "tainted").

Of course, it doesn't keep him from dissociating (and I already talked at length about it in the post linked above), but I think it makes the experience much more enjoyable than what he expected. In any case, we know he sees this night as "special" and obviously enjoyable in spite of it all.

Did he compare his experience with the PC to the many experiences he had before with his targets? Probably.

Are there common points between them? Surely.

Is it so different because the PC lets him bite them? I wouldn't be so sure.

Although I'm convinced it makes the experience even more enjoyable for him, it's not that important for his general "plan" at this point.

After all, if the PC doesn't offer their neck during that first night, he doesn't disapprove, and doesn't put an end to the romance path. the neck offering simply allows him to believe that the PC trusts him - which explains the approval boost, but it doesn't determine how he feels towards the PC generally speaking. Don't forget how conflicted his feelings are when it comes to biting.

Now, are his "vampiric instincts" triggered by physical intimacy? Possibly, but that falls in the land of headcanons. If you want it to be a thing, it can - but there's nothing explicitly canon about it in the game.

And I do agree that it seem quite contradictory, since we also know how being the "walking vampire fantasy" bitters him. But Astarion himself is conflicted; for the first time in 200 years, he's free to decide for himself...

It makes sense to me that the man doesn't exactly know what he wants or how he feels about intimacy. That's why he prefers to take a break from sex after the confession scene. He needs to figure out what he actually wants to do with his intimacy - and it involves the intimacy of biting his lover as a kinky thing (that's why I like to imagine that from late act 1 and until the graveyard scene, he only bites their wrists when he needs to feed -> less intimate than the neck).

In any case, now that Astarion is free, it's also his responsibility to understand what he wants. That's what healing is about, defining his own boundaries and sticking with people who respect them. It's a long, chaotic path, with ups and downs. He'll probably make mistakes along the way, but those mistakes might also help him acknowledge what he truly wants for himself and his intimacy.

As he explains to his siblings, the choice is rather simple: Can you be more than what Cazador made of you (a staring, feral "monster", who uses their body to lure victims)? or can you become someone who is more like your "true self"? which implies, finding out who this "self" is, beyond starvation, beyond their "vampiric nature/instinct" and beyond the lessons Cazador forced upon them for so long.

Again, freedom means being responsible for yourself. That's why I'm not found of the idea of "infantilising" Astarion in his healing journey, even in act 1 when his motivations are questionable. Because that's also how he learns to find his true self, through mistakes and regrets, which ultimately lead to genuine apologies and open-hearted confessions: a first step in the rediscovery of his true identity, of his needs and feelings, without Cazador's shadows hovering above his mind.

So let's go back to the clearing: The PC "offers" their neck. They don't ask or command, they give him the possibility to bite. He doesn't have to. You can argue that he still feels like he has to bite them because he thinks that's what they expect of him, but the approval proves otherwise. You offer him to drink, he accepts because it feels good. It feels good to be satiated, it feels good to be trusted, and it probably begins to feel good to be with this person he begins to appreciate somehow....

Even if it's not all that clear to him at this point of the adventure.

I agree with you, he did learn to smile "through it" the hard way, that's for sure. But also, we don't know the details... Who knows what Cazador actually made him do, as a literal puppet master? Maybe Cazador forced a smile on Astarion's face at first, maybe he commanded him to not hurt his targets no matter what, maybe he controlled Astarion's every movements in the bedroom during the first years, until those movements became automatic.

We can also imagine that the young spawns didn't go out on their own and were accompanied by older spawns, or any other servants that bowed to Cazador's will, if only to make sure they wouldn't fuck up.

Cazador could keep "an eye" on his spawns, even when they were out in the city. He would know if one of them became feral. In that case, he would either take control of their bodies, or punish them, or make them punish one another.

And I can believe that's the reason why he forced them to feed on putrid rats: not only to humiliate them and torture them, but also to make sure they were just fed enough to not become feral when they had to go out.

I don't know, again that's all about headcanons. But there was clearly a violent "training" behind all this.

And I don't know how long it would take for a spawn to build that mask and stick to it through their torments (after all Leon is a "young spawn" but he was nonetheless among the "fav ones", which means Cazador must have been happy with the victims he brought back to the Palace.

But what's clear to me is that, that mask, the performance, the smile through it all, it has become instinctive.

It has become so easy for him to "pretend", to put on the smiling, seductive face even when he's feeling awful. Because his survival depended on his smile for so long,

Astarion no longer has to think about it when he "performs" for his target. It's an automatism which relies, I think, on both dissociation and defence mechanisms (which are closely related anyway).

That would explain why he thinks intimacy feels "tainted", because he no longer remembers how to genuinely make love, without the façade, without the pretence, without the performative stance he had to display for so long.

As I said, he needs time to rediscover what it means to respect his own needs and boundaries while having sex, to listen to himself and not just to his partners. The brothel scene with the drow-twins makes it clear that he actually needs more time to rediscover all this, even though he thought he was ready to have an orgy again. As I said, healing is full of ups and downs, and mistakes happen. He needs to learn how to stop performing, but it also means accepting to be vulnerable... which can be terrifying.

As for the bite in the clearing, I suppose it's all up to anyone's imagination. You make some good points, and I totally agree with the idea that Astarion delights in being in control of the situation during that first night. But I also think it's a little more nuanced than that, if only because of his conflicted perception of himself as a "vampiric lover".

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“My little Storm Cloud… Not only do you sneak into a Grand Druid’s private baths to ogle my cock and toy with it as you please, but you nearly made me spill into your very hands…” 7.  —Wash My Dreams Away, Act 3 Tempest is a bratty, switch-leaning submissive. She is all about that intensity, restraint, praise, and being physically overpowered by someone she trusts - but she still needs clear consent and the ability to stop at any point. Tempest enjoys provoking Halsin almost as much as she enjoys surrendering.

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The Starlit Gallery only held concerts for small audiences.

That was one of Elenion's rules. Here, there would be no rowdy tavern crowd, no drunken requests shouted over the first chord, no sea of hungry faces demanding more than he wanted to give. There were only a few rows of chairs in the entry hall facing a small raised stage. When the weather was warm, they brought the chairs out to the courtyard, where Elenion sang beneath the light of the stars.

This was his museum. And it was a place he could share music in his own way.

Tonight, the entry hall glowed red—from the soft curtains framing the stage, to the lanterns along the walls. Roses spilled from vases near the front row. It was all a bit theatrical, and Elenion knew he might've overdone it. But in his defense, Sune had never said beauty had to be subtle.

As his fingers moved over the strings of his lyre, red-gold sparks curled from each note while Dancing Lights floated lazily above him like tiny embers.

Elenion drew in a breath, watching one of the lights drift toward the curtains.

Red used to mean wanting.

It meant red curtains in taverns gone hot with candlelight. Red wine and lipstick on strangers' mouths. Roses tossed at his feet by people who expected him to be whatever the room demanded.

Some nights, they expected picture-perfect elegance and grace. A flawless bow, a clever story. The untouchable shimmer of the Wandering Star.

Other nights, the crowd wanted desire and seduction. A wicked smile and a slow, sultry roll of his hips. Every lyric shaped into an invitation.

Once, Elenion would’ve given them exactly the version of him they wanted without a second thought. But tonight, he sang of small, beautiful things: red berries after a winter famine. A hearth kept warm through the longest night. Thread tied around a lover’s wrist before a long journey. Poppies blooming through cracked stone.

Once, he might've made even those gentle things sound like a promise whispered against someone's mouth. Tonight, he simply let them be what they were.

He sang of life, stubborn and warm.

He caught Gale’s eye in the front row, smiling at him with a tenderness that showed absolutely no regard for his ability to keep tempo. His heart stumbled.

So did his fingers.

He should've been quietly horrified. Should've immediately hidden the mistake beneath a flourish.

Instead, a laugh slipped out—soft at first, then enough that the room warmed with it. He kept singing, because he may have missed a note but the room was still with him. And life, of course, would go on.

During the final verse the Dancing Lights brightened and dimmed with the rhythm, pulsing softly like a heartbeat.

When the song ended, the applause was warm. Elenion gave a small bow in thanks.

Afterward, Gale found him near the front row. "You were wonderful," he said.

Elenion gave him a wary look. "I missed a note."

“Yes,” Gale said gently. “And the song lived anyway.”

Elenion blinked at him.

Gale smiled. "How do you feel?"

Elenion looked around the room—at the curtains, the flowers, the little stage where he could perform without being devoured.

Then he looked at Gale, the man who had never needed him flawless or dazzling to love him.

"Alive," he said.

Gale’s face softened.

Elenion huffed a quiet laugh. “Rather inconvenient, really," he said. "I may have to keep doing it."

"I should hope so," Gale said, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

Elenion's cheeks flushed bright red.

For the record I'm aware that this is an incredibly on-the-nose way of filling the prompt. And just as Elenion shouldn't apologize for his own joy as a queer man who refuses to keep letting others decide who he should be, I will not apologize for writing whatever I want. ❤️

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