You’d never been afraid of storms, at least you would never admit you were. But tonight the thundering booms, crackling lightning, and pounding rain has everyone in camp a little on edge. Even the inside your tent is cold and damp, so you huddle beneath your blankets and try to sleep through the storm.

The moment you find rest, an another loud crack of thunder shakes the valley and a sudden ripping sounds above your head. Before you can even open your eyes, you’re drenched. The weight of the water on your tent became too much, the thin fabric ripping upon above you. Gods dammit

Soaked, freezing, and spooked you look around camp, desperate for a warm and dry place. Before you are your companions in their tents, presumably asleep at this hour. One tent in particular catches your eye…

A glint of the mirror that sat outside of the vampire Astarion’s tent caught your eye. For a brief moment you rolled your eyes as to why a reflectionless vampire would even need of a mirror. Your thought was interrupted by a violent shiver, you needed shelter from the rain.

You’ve fed Astarion your blood countless times, saved him from a Gur, and put up with his snarky comments enough that the least he could offer is a place to wait out the storm… right? You could have picked anyone’s tent but something drew you to his.

With a sigh, you swallowed your pride and made your way to his tent. Before you could even knock, the canvas door opened. “Enjoying the lovely weather?” the vampire said with a grin, causing you to roll your eyes. For a moment, his ruby eyes softened “You’re shivering, darling. Come inside.”