He sat on a flat rock by the lake. Alone. As he preferred, he claimed.

It wasn’t clear what Astarion was doing. He seemed to just be sitting. Staring at the stars, or the water when his neck began to ache.

He had snapped at you earlier. You had made a remark that you thought he was trying to be broody because he was really just sad, and he seemed to.. take it to heart.

He didn’t notice your approach, until you stumbled over a pebble. His gaze snapped up to you, his body tense.