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Vampire Lord Astarion walking in the sun
Day 15 A lack of discipline
makes Astarion's vampire child spoilt rotten
Just a friendly reminder - there's a hidden gem you might have missed.
Astarion will never tire of looking at himself in the mirror.
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Treat your wizard right. 2/2
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Oh, look at Gale’s puppy eyes.
I see no difference.
O - obiedience
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Gale was raised with love and care; all his problems were the result of his own mistakes, decisions for which he paid himself, blaming no one. Octavian, on the other hand, was deprived of a normal childhood. Abandoned and unloved, he was shaped by harsh conditions and learned early that with his own body he could obtain certain privileges. And although some of the young spawn's actions are difficult to see from a humane point of view, Gale is patient with Octavian.
Astarion lies in his coffin. Not a spawn yet, but already damned for eternity.
The funeral is a mere formality. There are hardly any mourners. Cazador stands in the shadows, hands folded over a black staff, smiling.
Astarion Ancunín was no innocent. He took bribes, twisting lawsuits with panache. The same fingers accustomed to toying with the laces of other men's codpieces held the gavel of justice with elegant mockery. Not a shadow of doubt. Not a drop of shame.
Cazador leans in, almost fatherly, and grazes the cold cheek with his knuckle.
Astarion lies still. For now, he is merely a beautiful corpse. But not for long.
Before I add a touch of sadness here, take a look at this simple photo of Cazador.
Woe is simply incredible.
Cazador admiring the view