[ oh, it’s not as though astarion is enamoured with the idea of people getting to peak into his head but at this point he’s half becoming conditioned to the fact this place doesn’t want him to have his peace, privacy or comfort in the slightest.

he’s not sure how he feels about getting used to that. ]

… The unfortunate side effect of youth is we do a great many things we wish we could undo. If we’re lucky, we survive them and they become a nice little tale for when you’re around the campfire with the good wine.

[ if not? well. usually you’re dead. ]