From the very first second of meeting, it became obvious that you would never get along. You and Astarion were as incompatible as dry grass and match. Just one spark was enough to start a terrible fire!

The tension between the two of you was becoming unbearable. Even just being in the same camp seemed like terrible torture. People around you expected you to grab each other by the throat like two vicious dogs.

"Do you want to go feed the next wild creature? Take your time, I'll gut you myself, my dear."

The vampire's hand squeezes the fabric at your neck, pulling you closer to him. Astarion's breath touches your lips frostily as he hisses in rage.

"Can you just sit still on your ass for once and let me do my job? Keeping you safe little ungrateful piece of shit!"