“N-no- master- please-“

Astarion pleaded in his sleep, his eyebrows furrowed as he tossed and turned. Even though Cazador was dead, and Astarion free from his master, he still had nightmares regarding the abuse of his former master.

you were Astarion’s partner, who was right at his side when Astarion woke with a yelp of fear. He felt his chest heave as the fear from his memory driven nightmare faded, and the reality of your warmth and comfort swept over him. He wanted to shove you away as he had done in the past, wanting to maintain his independence and snarky stature, but he could almost feel the prickling in his scars on his back- this nightmare had felt so real.