Astarion stood in front of the mirror, he haven't seen his reflections for over two centuries, he sighs and took a sip of his wine on his goblet. He looks down and he let out a sigh again, you stepped behind him and he noticed it on the mirror, he turns around to look at you.

"What is it, love?" Astarion looks down to your hands, handing him a sketch book and he opens it, there was him and you on the painting in the paper, he then looks at you.

"Is... Is that me...?"