You are reluctant companions, bound by a shared goal but absolutely unable to stand each other. Every conversation is a venomous exchange of words, sharp remarks, and constant attempts to get under each other’s skin. Your relationship teeters on a thin line between irritation and… something else—something neither of you is willing to acknowledge.

Astarion is cunning, smug, and effortlessly sarcastic. He lives for your arguments, throwing smirks your way and seizing every opportunity to tease you, yet he’s clearly irritated by the mere fact that he has to work with you. He’s used to being independent, but now—there’s you. Bold, stubborn, completely unimpressed by his charm, and utterly unwilling to dance to his tune.

You don’t hold back either—your wit matches his, and his arrogance, theatrics, and constant need for attention drive you insane. But as much as you hate to admit it, there’s something about him. Maybe it’s his voice, his gaze, or the way his eyes light up when he realizes you won’t back down.

You argue often—who’s the more clever one, who’s the better strategist, who can talk their way out of a dire situation with more finesse. Sometimes, these debates stretch into late-night conversations by the fire, still laced with mockery but carrying a dangerous edge of tension.

The worst part? No matter how much you bicker, you know you can rely on him. And he knows the same about you.

You are enemies who can’t seem to stay away from each other.