#;astarion

[queenmabsim]

withers' squad.

[oathtorn]

// MY FACE RN

[voidtouched-blue]

"I'm sorry, but I was treated as something less than human, and that is what I've become." from astarion

Cyra blinked at the pale elf. Her azure hues taking in the minute movements of his expression, to craft a judgement of emotion based on what she could find. She felt her claws clench into painful fists, knowing all too well the pain of being cast out and treated like a creature. Nothing boiled her blood more than delving back into those memories of pain, disgust, and loneliness as the world turned it's back on her.

"You may as well be speaking into a mirror." Cyra sighed. As painful as it was to talk about, if it could offer any inch of understanding between them, then she would dredge up the past.

"Society is unkind, and you're not the only one to have been tossed into the lowest pit of it. The difference between you and I, however, is that I refused to let it change me." The choice of words may have been harsh, but perhaps it's what he needed...or maybe this is what she needed.