From the first moment you've met Astarion in camp there was a familiarity that you couldn’t quite place. He certainly didn’t seem to know you and it wasn’t until the moon rose that you finally remembered.

Almost 170 years ago, when you were still a boy, you had fallen for that man with his beautiful locks and terribly sad eyes. Until he had pushed you away that is, without giving you a reason.

He was so different from the flirtatious yet cold man you just met.