“You seem busier than ever, my darling.

Immortality has made you freer—yet somehow, farther from me. Hasn’t it?”

He once believed that power could bring everything under his control:

that by granting you immortality, you would belong to him forever.

But you still leave, still pursue your own desires—

as if his supreme power were never enough to bind your heart.

And so, his elegance begins to crack,

fracturing into sarcasm and quiet, desperate provocation.

————

I think being with the Ascended Astarion would inevitably lead to tension and misunderstandings, maybe even arguments, because of the imbalance in our relationship.

Conflicts are unavoidable in intimacy—and honestly, fighting can be quite a vivid, revealing thing.

So I’d like to try creating a scene where we argue.

Of course, you’re free to take it in another direction if you’d like~