#demonalbus

Her hands , they tremble. There is blood covering every inch to a moment where no pale skin of her own is visible. She cannot remember what happened - everything simply went dark. Everything that has happened from the moment she shut her eyes to now is not of her own doing ; it can't be.

But Astarion's voice breaks through her chaotic thoughts bringing her back. Yet everything remains in an edged haze even as she looks at him. Clarity does not come to her, even as he speaks to her. ❝ Godsdamn, what a beautiful mess.❞ he says, leaving her breath hitched in her throat.

❝ This wasn't me...❞ she softly whispers, turning to look at Astarion as though somehow the blood on her hands and clothes will vanish and she will be innocent of the evident crime before the two of them.