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rosecreates · 4 months

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Temptation of Death

On a night where Nimue's trance is particularly fitful, she finds herself face to face with Astarion.

Word Count: 1,620

Pairing(s): Vague Dark Urge/Astarion pre-relationship

Characters: Nimue (My Dark Urge), Astarion, Shadowheart mentions, Lae'zel mention

Warnings: Spoilers for Act 1 Astarion stuff. Rewrite of the bite scene to be more fitting for Nimue. Dark Urge-typical violent themes. Kind of borderline self-harm to even suicidal themes since Nimue almost lets herself die. Proofread.

A/N: Not much to say other than Nimue is a teensy bit deranged but that's to be expected. Astarion gets his first sign of her being a little bit insane here haha.

Her trances are never peaceful. She learned that quickly after only a few days since escaping the Nautiloid with Lae'zel and Shadowheart.

Every night, she saw a hazy memory of her past, that both felt and didn't feel like hers.

Every night, regardless if she got the full four hours she needed or not, she awoke with a headache and bile rising in her throat, the urges mercilessly screaming to spill the blood of the nearest person.

Sometimes it abated within a few minutes, and other times she had to go to Shadowheart for something to ease the headache. If not for the silent agreement the two had to respect each other's secrets, Nimue is certain the cleric would've asked by now why she came to her every few days, always for something to ease her headache. Shadowheart just started giving it to her without Nimue asking, because she rarely came to her for anything else.

And yet despite all of this, despite enduring countless trances filled with nothing but vague and more often than not violent memories of the past Nimue could never make sense of...this trance was one of the most fitful she'd faced thus far. So bad she kept fading in and out of it.

Some say that tonight her being restless was a blessing, because as she slowly opened her eyes, she found herself face-to-face with the crimson eyes of a certain pale elf.

Astarion. Who was bearing his fangs. And looking ready to...bite her?

"...Shit."

He quickly backed away as Nimue stared at him blankly with a mixture of shock and confusion, standing up herself as she processed what was going on.

"No no, it's not what it looks like, I swear! I wasn't going to hurt you, I just needed- well, blood."

He's a vampire. Of course he is. That explains his appearance. And all the exsanguinated boars. But considering he had been walking around in the sunlight and across rivers...how? The sorceress sighs, and gods her head is pounding, her hand raising to hold it as she takes all of this in.

This is not how she expected her night to go.

The anticipation must be killing Astarion, she realizes after a few moments, as she soon looks at him with a gaze of not the hostility he might've expected, but simply...bewilderment. And exhaustion from her awful trance.

"...I'm not angry, Astarion. And I'm not going to attack you for what you are," As much as her urges were already trying to get her to do so, "But I'd like an explanation for...this, and for how you haven't burnt to cinders at this point."

As she finished, it seemed she'd somehow rendered the rogue speechless, because he seemed to struggle to piece together a response for a moment, before finally finding a way to answer.

He must've expected to be attacked on sight, didn't he? The thought elicits...some sort of feeling in Nimue. She isn't sure what.

"I- I've not been able to be sure on what's letting me walk around in sunlight without burning, quite frankly. My only theory at this point is the tadpole being responsible," So that's why he said he wanted to control it when they first met, not get rid of it, "And as for this...normally, I feed on animals. Boars, deer, kobolds- whatever I can get. But I'm just too slow right now. Too weak. If I just had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. Please."

Nimue crosses her arms. "You could've just asked to start with. If all you needed was a little blood to be able to fight better, I would've said yes." He's taken aback, before scoffing.

"I wasn't going to push my luck and risk ending up with myself killed, darling. I needed you to trust me before I could even hope to try anything without getting a stake through my heart."

She raises an eyebrow at that. "I don't think trying to bite someone in their sleep is a good way of earning trust."

"I didn't think it through, alright? I'm not a details person. I needed blood beyond just those animals I feed on, and you seemed least likely to kill me if things went wrong, so..."

Nimue sighs once more, before she sits down on her bedroll, and motions for him to sit down in front of her. "Well, I already said I'm willing to give you the blood you need. So, go ahead and sit, and take what you need."

He hesitates only for a moment, before quickly taking her up on her offer, sitting down before her. She tucks her hair behind her ear and tilts her head to the right, to allow him better access to her neck. Her light pink eyes simply stare at him. Her face is completely stoic. She's offering herself to him, just like that.

As unsettling as it likely was, Astarion moved forward anyway, briefly glancing at her, and when he found her gaze hadn't changed in its calmness, he bit down. The sharp pain was only momentary, slowly fading into numbness as Nimue felt the way blood was being drained from her, slowly but surely. She was still, hands resting at her sides, though her breathing had quickened somewhat.

For once, her urges were absolutely silent. She doesn't think her mind has ever been so quiet. She can't even feel the tadpole behind her eye moving around like it usually does. Though her head may still be aching, it was a pain she could endure. At this moment, she's relishing in her mind being quiet, in her urges being sated by her own blood being spilled.

Perhaps too much, as she lets Astarion drink more than he probably should be, her beginning to grow quite woozy after about a minute. But both of them couldn't help themselves. Astarion couldn't help but drink all that he was being allowed to, lost to his bloodlust. And Nimue was...quite frankly excited to allow herself to be drained of blood. To the point she was considering letting herself drift away.

It was tempting, to let herself be free of all of this. Her blood nourishing Astarion, and her getting to be released of the burden of everything, of her urges, of protecting everyone, of the tadpole. To be embraced by the cold stillness of death is such an enticing prospect. So alluring.

...But the more sensible part of her knows she can't allow it.

If she died here, she knows well the great consequences there would be.

And so, begrudgingly, she speaks up.

"Astarion, that's more than enough. You need to stop." She states, clearly and decently loudly to make sure she gets through to his blood-drunk state.

"Mm-?" As he realizes the situation, he quickly pulls away, and Nimue feels...disappointment wash over her, as her urges begin to creep up again. They wanted death, whether hers or Astarion's, they don't care. And since she didn't let herself die, now they want her to pick up a stake, stab it through Astarion's heart, and admire his pretty corpse up close. Oh, how they want to cut him open, to see whether his organs are any different from a normal person's. Vampires are undead, last she remembered; she wonders thus how different their bodies are-

Enough.

No one is dying tonight.

Astarion soon stands, and Nimue moves to follow, but also falls as she tries to, if not for him catching her, helping her steady herself.

"Sorry, I maybe took...a little more than I should've." He nervously laughs, and Nimue shakes her head.

"No, it's my fault. I should've stopped you." She takes a few deep breaths, before looking at him. "Do you feel better now?"

He nods, his face a wide smile now. The most genuine smile Nimue has seen from him thus far. "I feel...strong. Happy. And your blood was absolutely delectable."

She even makes a tiny smile when she hears that. Thanks to her, he's happy. Her disappointment from not letting him kill her gets pushed back, a much warmer feeling taking over her.

Fulfillment.

"Good. That's good. Hm..." She catches sight of some blood leaking from his mouth to his chin. Her lips purse, before she grabs him by the chin, and without thinking, leans forward and licks the blood clean. The metallic taste of her own blood feels almost...familiar somehow.

It only takes her a moment to clean it all, and as she leans back, she catches sight of...Astarion's now faintly red cheeks.

Huh. Was it thanks to her blood he could blush now?

"Wh- why in the hells did you do that-?!"

She tilts her head. "You missed a spot."

"And so you licked it clean?!"

"Was I not supposed to?"

"You-"

He sighs exasperatedly, before he backs away, his eyes averted, and cheeks now just a pink color. A similar pink to her eyes, when she thinks about it.

"Never mind that. As invigorating as you were, I need to go find something more filling now."

She nods. "Goodnight then, Astarion."

He waves, his characteristic grin plastered back onto his face. "Goodnight, darling."

As he walks off, more confident than he was priorly, he suddenly pauses, just as Nimue had sat back down on her bedroll, preparing to try to trance once more. "...Before I go..." He glances back at her, as does she. "This is a gift, you know. I won't forget it."

She watches him as he goes off to hunt, before she makes a small smile once again.

Her trance in the following hours was peaceful for once, a happy memory of her companions bantering around the fire during dinner filling her mind.

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