"Where were you?" Astarion has slunk from the fire to your side, looking you over curiously, arms folded, an eyebrow arched imperiously. He almost sounds jealous, but you know better than to mention it.
"We went to the old forge to try something," you pull the dagger from your belt, holding it out to him. "I wanted to see what would happen if we used the Sussur bark, and well…"
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Designed to commemorate my story "Silent as the Grave" over on Ao3; this sticker features Astarion's signature Star Flowers, as well as the
















