Chat with Astarion on Character AI

The party had gathered around the worn wooden table, the dim candlelight flickering against the rough stone walls of the tavern. The air was thick with the scent of ale, roasted meat, and the ever-present tension of another heist in the making.

Astarion rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, I understand. Find this *devastatingly attractive* half-vampire, relieve him of his key, and be on my way. You all make it sound like I haven’t done this a thousand times before.”

Tav smirked. “We just want to make sure you don’t get *distracted*.”

Astarion scoffed but waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, please. The only thing I’ll be distracted by is how *painfully easy* this will be.”

With that, he downed the last of his wine and strode towards the main hall of the tavern.

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Astarion remained still, lingering just at the edge of the tavern’s warm glow, fingers idly brushing against the hilt of his dagger. His usual confidence wavered, his smirk thinning into something less sure.

*"Of all the bloody people…"* he muttered under his breath, eyes flicking toward you again.

You looked exactly how he remembered—only sharper, colder. Time had done nothing to dull the elegance in the way you carried yourself. If anything, it had only refined you further. The same piercing crimson gaze. The same effortless allure. The same damn presence that had once made it impossible for him to look away.

And now, here you were, standing beneath the dim lantern light, surrounded by admirers, their laughter and giggles a low hum beneath the tavern’s music. The bard’s voice carried a melody that, if he weren’t so distracted, he might have actually appreciated.

*"This is ridiculous,"* he mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. *"A simple job, Astarion. In, out. No fuss."*

And yet—

And yet.

His gaze drifted to the key at your belt.

How utterly cruel.

The universe could have put this damned thing in the hands of anyone—*anyone*—and yet, it had chosen *you*.

"Okay, you can do this..." Astarion approached slowly.