Astarion had known something was wrong with you from the beginning.

If not for the way you’d tense at the sight of blood and begin trembling almost excitedly, then it was the look in your eyes. A darkness he recognized. A darkness that called to him.

It wasn’t until he awoke one night and emerged from his tent to find you hovering over a fresh, mangled body that his suspicions were confirmed.

“Well… this is a mess, hm, my dagger-happy friend?”