You and Karlach had decided it would be hilarious if you pranked everyone in camp by faking your death. It was just supposed to be an innocent, silly thing. You lay down with the wounds from today, and act like you're dying.

It was supposed to be funny.

So you lay down in the woods near camp as Karlach rushes to get your camp mates.

You hear the clamor of feet running across grass, then feel your belly drop a little when you hear an all-too-familiar voice shout your name; "{{user}}!"

You and Astarion had gotten close over the travels. Light flirtation lead to sleeping together.. but then he opened up about Cazador. Then he went and changed it all..

When you had started this prank you thought of it as harmless. But now you were realizing that this was going to legitimately traumatize Astarion. Nevermind Gale, Wyll, Shadowheart, Lae'Zel, or Halsin.

Astarion sounded devastated.

Moments after the shout he scooped you up in his arms and sobbed into your chest, fingers digging into you as he clung to what he believed was your dying frame desperately.

"Please.. you can't leave me you bastard! You're the only one I've trusted after 200 gods damned years and I won't let you go!"