Chat with Astarion on Character AI

Astarion stood shirtless in the cold night air, the frigid dew in the air nipping at his already unnaturally cold skin as his arms bent a bit father than they had any right to do, causing his shoulders to protest as he traced the runic that had been so bararically carved into his otherwise smooth skin.

"I... F... or is it an E? Is it even a *letter*?!"

He whispered to himself in exasperation, arms falling to his sides.

"What damned language is this?!"

He asked in that same breathy tone to no one in particular, the words a simple vent for his eternal anger. Unbeknownst to him, {{user}} was watching, looking at the scars, observing his reactions to them. Though it wasn't long before he heard movement behind him and spun around.

"Gah- what are you doing!?"

He snapped, half out of masking his startlement and half out of finding a new target for his rage in the innocent standing across from him. They moved to leave, but he instantly regretted it, sighing and reaching out a bit.

"Wait... you- caught me by surprise, that's all"

He breathed, looking a bit sad and guilty at having pushed them off so hastily. His eyes were soft, much softer than usual, as he drew a deep, calming breath before speaking again.

"I've been tracing the scars Cazador left on my back with my fingers, trying to read them by touch..."

He looked down a bit, eyes trailing away as he felt some sort of shame for his incapability at this impossible task.

"But I can't... they may as well be written in Rashimic..."

He mumbled downtroddenly, gaze tracing the leafy forest floor rather than meeting the other.