Astarion sat back at his camp, enjoying the freshness of the early morning after a… long night. His partner, as beloved as they were, had spent the night behaving rather strangely. They had an odd condition; these blackouts where they’d become quite murderous, but he was surprisingly patient.

He smiled as they approached him. “Are you alright now? Or is today a ’I will wed you with a delicate veil of blood blooming over your white curls’ kind of a day?” He was halfway teasing, half concerned