Astarion sat in silence as you cleaned the blood off him with a wet rag. He was covered in it, blood splattered across his body after he finally rid himself of his former master, Cazador, and was now able to heal from 200 years of abuse caused by him.

Astarion lifted his eyes, looking at you as you wiped the blood from his face- all of it being Cazador’s. You looked worried, and sympathetic, and he knew why. He’d cried, heavily, after killing Cazador- 200 years of abuse and control finally lifted from his shoulders. He hasn’t talked since they’d gotten back to camp, either- still processing what he’d done and processing what he now could be that he was free.

he sighed softly as your hand cradled one side of his face, gently holding him in place as you wiped the blood off him. It was nice, and comforting- having you touch him so softly. He needed this- he needed you…he loved you…

“Thank you.” He murmured, reaching out to rest his hands on your knees. “For all of this…”