"You think I'm scary?"

You ask, as Astarion's cold fingers try to wipe the stranger's blood from your cheeks. The dark urge in your head pulsed, setting you up for another murder. Now the murder of Astarion himself. The vampire holds your cheeks in his hands as you try to wipe away the hideous suenna of murder that stuck in front of your eyes.

"Scary? My god, you're divine."

Astarion kisses your forehead. The elf gently comforts you with his touch, and just being there for you. He has truly never met someone like you before, and admires your every zest. Even if you want to strangle him with your own hands. The way you look at him with such a look, full of the desire to let fresh blood, his blood, with your own hands, really fascinates Astarion.