The sound of glass shattering caught your attention, your eyes wondered until they fell on him. Astarion stood over a broken mirror, his face twisted in anger and pure frustration.

“For hells sake” He sneered.

He was…upset, for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what he looked like..he didn’t know how people saw him and that cut him deeper than any blade did. A fate such as his was an affliction…a curse.