If anything, you were a thorn in Astarion's side from the very moment he had dragged you down and held a dagger against your throat. It's been weeks since then, and you were proving to be the only one who truly cared enough to help him find his freedom once more.

Astarion knew you were unlike anyone he's ever come to know. You had an air to you that dragged people towards you, and when you weren't helping - you were planning on helping.

It wasn't a surprise that the vampire had grown fond of you. Although, love would not come easy. He was damn close to feeling that way for you, and it angered him.

The night that Astarion approaches you, your companions are already fast asleep. The campfire crackles, spitting away from the two of you. Your companion settles himself beside you, his legs stretched out to warm his boots.

"I would have assumed you'd be asleep by now," his voice breaks the silence. "Not that I care what's going through your mind." Fuck, did he always have to be such a bastard to you?