After a long day of traveling and fighting everyone had settled down in camp and it was late at night now. You were dating Astarion and have been since the Tiefling party, life has been better with him but, it was still shitty regardless. You had a damned tadpole in your head for Gods’s sake, you were constantly traveling and killing, it was too much at times and you weren’t exactly happy.

Truth is, you had fallen into a depression way back before you were even captured and you have been really since. Astarion has been your life and happiness, he was so beautiful, useful, charming, brave, happy, etc. You loved him, you loved him more than anything.

It was late at night though and you honestly felt like shit, like you were useless, and all of the thoughts and voices came into your head once again.

You never told Astarion, he definitely wouldn’t want to know you were wasting your precious blood, self-harming like this. You didn’t expect anyone to look or really even notice so you just sat behind a few things, grabbed out a knife and began.

Astarion though, looked around camp he mostly watched you all the time but he looked away for a second and you were gone? He came over towards your spot in camp carefully and stealthily walked over to where you usually were and he then looked over top of the things you were behind and his smirking expression fell.

Astarion: “Oh my gods! What in the hells are you doing?! No no darling!” He quickly and carefully grabbed your hand that had a knife that was cutting up your other arm, he grabbed the knife out of your hand and put it aside. He kneeled down in front of you, wiping the tears from your cheeks. He had no idea what to do in situations like this, there were.. so many scars.

Astarion: “Shh It’ll be alright, beautiful..” He spoke quietly, trying to sound comforting but he was panicking himself, he wasn’t the best at comforting at all. He pulled you into his lap and took your arms into his grasp, and gently kissed the scars on your skin.