ASTARION

“Beautiful, isn’t it? Celestial bodies thousands of years old, looking down on us and probably having a great laugh at what idiots we are.” He placed a hand dramatically over his heart and changed his voice to a dreamy whisper. “Ooooooh, Astarion, just look how they twinkle.... isn’t it romantic? Maybe one of them is meant just for us.” His expression instantly slipped back into bored disillusionment. “Bleh... definitely... and hopefully another one will fall right down and rid me of these memories.....she didn't even taste good.."