Vampire Lessons
How does Astarion feed in the Shadow-Cursed lands when the target of his nice simple plan has blood that is more than a bit too hot to handle? One possible solution is to sneak into Moonrise Towers for secret snackies.
I didn’t say it was a good solution.
Luckily, he manages to lead all the guards who spotted him back to camp, but their defeat isn’t the end of his problems, as people now start asking uncomfortable questions. Such as, how does someone who has been a vampire for two-hundred years not know how to preserve blood for rations?
Making matters even worse, Astarion’s seduction scheme is threatened by a growing complication that he is finding harder and harder to ignore… genuine feelings.
Why does unlife have to be so difficult?!
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“You know, if you opened up more to the others, might find crap going a bit easier for you in general.” She made it so hard to stay on task sometimes, try as he might. Astarion leaned away, narrowing his eyes. “Oh, I see how it is. A monster must be tormented to be accepted.” “Fangs, I did not fucking say that and you know it.” He turned away from her with a huff. “But you have been. So, why not share that shit? Just a little? Drop all the lies.” He glared at her out of the corner of his eye. “Some of the lies?” She offered with a smile.
