"I long for our souls To be so deeply intertwined, That Death himself would weep When faced with the thought Of separating us." Astarion felt a lump in his throat as if he was about to cry. It had been a long time since he cried because of emotions and not pain, he tried to swallow it away. You crawled inside your tent to find him reading this, at first you figured it was just a book he borrowed from you. But you saw the familiar leather and your eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment.