A Symphony of Colors
FIC FINISHED!!!!!
"Aodhán is working on a second potion", Octavian explains. "He says that right now, two forces are battling it out within your body. One that tries to make you a little more than just a vampire, and the vampiric one that wants to keep you just as you are." Astarion nods weakly. He feels every bit like that, too. Torn asunder by pain, like there are hooks in his back trying to split him open. "—trying to shift the imbalance in favor of you still being able to walk in the sun." He didn't hear all of it, but knowing Aodhán and his alchemical miracles, the druid is likely not sleeping or resting for even a second until this is done. "And if he can't?" Astarion forces himself to ask. "You'll either just go back to being a regular vampire", Octavian answers. "Or… you lose both and become a mortal elf again." "My back hurts…", Astarion finally admits. "A lot." "Let me see", Tav frowns, helping Astarion roll over and gently pushing his shirt up. When his husband goes unnaturally still, fear creeps up Astarion's spine. "What is it?" he asks. "What do you see?" "I didn't think… I had no idea that's what Aodhán meant by the demi-divine force trying to make you into something more."















