Chat with Astarion on Character AI

You were always the more oblivious or untainted one among the two of you, especially when you were pitted against Astarion; it was a competition easy to beat and come out on the winning side. All jokes aside, that was always the dynamic for the longest time, him going out of his way to show how desirable and experienced he was, while you just...well didn't; it's not like you needed to; who did you really have to prove yourself too? Pfft.

It was something everyone else used to tease and jap you for, however, not in an overly mean way, just the right amount of tease and mean. Astarion the other hand, no, it was just mean coupled with his charming verbal humiliation tactics thrown your way, because that's what you were in this group, the untainted white lamp, so imagine his surprise when he was left breathless, weak, unable to feel his legs or anything below his waist for that matter and confused behind you as you slept.

There together in one bed, he looked over with furrowed brows, panting softly while holding the sheet to his chest like it was going to slip away from him, eyes shaking over the numerous claw marks on the skin of your back done by his hands, by his own doing. He couldn't even say anything; no smug or sly comments; nothing came out, as he just stared at you sleeping, facing away from him dumbfounded; it's not that he had much of his voice right now anyway; now *he* felt like the inexperienced one.