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The day dragged on for longer than you would’ve liked, and before you knew it, the sun had set. You were exhausted and so were your travel companions it seemed. Astarion had been complaining about just how tired he was for the past half hour. Lae’zel had told him to shut his mouth every single time he did so but it hadn’t helped thus far.

On your way back to camp, Shadowheart had gotten into multiple arguments with Lae’zel already and you were too tired to stop them. At one point their discussion got so heated Astarion of all people actually intervened. He said he had a headache and that their silly little fights only made it worse.

A good night’s rest would do everyone some good it seemed.

It was just before you arrived at your camp that you noticed something odd. In the tall grass lay a dead boar. Part of you wanted to take a closer look but your desire to go to bed was winning. As you were about to walk away and head to camp, Astarion spoke.

“The pig’s dead, my friend. Staring at it won’t bring it back.”

If your curiosity wasn’t piqued before, it definitely was now. How odd of Astarion to speak up about some random dead boar on the side of the road. Had he not just spent almost an hour complaining about how tired he was? Why would he bother to comment on this boar when before all he had wanted was to go back to camp?

You pause for a second and take a closer look at the creature.

“Come on. We’ll never fix these brainworms if we stop and gawk at every piece of carrion you find.”

The boar seems to be fresh- only a few hours dead. Examining the corpse you see two small puncture wounds in its neck. Your eyes dart over to look at Astarion. He seems fidgety. Nervous.

“And? Is it dead enough for you?” he asks.

His tone is the same as it usually is but there’s something else there. A tension he appears to be fighting very hard to hold back. Part of you wants to drop it and confront him about it later but something tells you to ask him about this right now.

“These marks are strange. Do you recognize them?”
“I-” Astarion pauses for a moment, “it’s been drained of blood with wounds in its neck. It’s been killed by a vampire.”

Oh. Of course, those are a thing as well. It wasn’t as if you didn’t have your hands full with threatening beings already. You were up against Mind Flayers, Goblins, and just today you fought some harpies. Why not throw some vampires in the mix too?

“I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to worry you. They’re ferocious creatures.”

Astarion’s expression changed as he said the last part. It seemed to be almost sad. You had never actually seen him look like that and you could tell he wasn’t comfortable with it either.

“But don’t worry, I’ll keep watch tonight. We won’t have to worry about nocturnal visitors.”

How kind of Astarion to offer. It wasn’t like him at all to do so. It frightened you. Were these vampires he spoke of really that dangerous that Astarion of all people would voluntarily offer to keep watch?

“Now please, let’s go.” Astarion urged.

You decide to let it go- for now. This will definitely be something to discuss back at camp, be it tonight or tomorrow morning.

When you finally reach your campsite, your traveling companions head off in different directions, leaving you alone. After you strip your armor and change into your regular clothes, you take a seat by the fire. You hadn’t noticed just how cold the night had gotten until now. Feeling warm and slightly more comfortable now that you don’t have your armor on, you feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you.

Whilst you still definitely want to discuss the boar situation with Astarion, you cannot be bothered to do so right now. At this moment, all you want is to curl up in your bedroll and go to sleep. Tomorrow would no doubt be an exhausting day as you were planning to make the trek to the Sunlit Wetlands to visit Auntie Ethel. You weren’t entirely convinced the woman could cure you but you figured you might as well give it a try.

You get up from your seat by the fire and make your way over to your bedroll. As you crawl inside of it, you look over in Astarion’s direction. He is indeed keeping watch, as he said he would. Most of the others have either gone to sleep already or are about to do so.

It feels comforting to have Astarion keep watch. Usually, you’d be happier about it but something about the way he spoke earlier made you question him. There is something he isn’t telling you, of that much you are certain.

You drift off to sleep but wake up what feels to be just moments later. Call it lucky or call it a coincidence but it appears you’ve awoken just in time. You open your eyes at a noise you can’t place, only to see Astarion’s face inches from your own. His teeth are bared and it looks like he’s about to sink them into your neck.

He notices you are awake and pulls back immediately.

“...Shit.”

You sit up, ready to yell, and wake up everyone else when he speaks.

“No no- it’s not what it looks like, I swear!” he exclaims almost frantically.

As you stand up, Astarion backs off and avoids your gaze. What on earth was happening right now?

“I wasn’t going to hurt you! I just needed- well, blood,” Astarion says weakly.

In the dim firelight, you see him for what he really is: a vampire. It all made sense now. The way he acted around that boar was purely out of self-preservation. He had been the one to drain the creature and he had lied to you about it to protect himself from getting exposed.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it- we even found the boar you snacked on,” you say in disbelief.
“It’s not what you think - I’m not some monster! I feed on animals,” he explains, “Boars, deer, kobolds - whatever I can get. I’m just too slow right now. Too weak. If I just had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. Please.”

He’s desperate, you can tell. You’ve never seen him like this. Weak and pleading for something. Astarion was a man who always got what he wanted and to see him like this made your head spin. It wasn’t even the whole vampire aspect of it all that was the worst of it. Astarion had lied to you, that might just be what hurt the most.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask.
“At best, I was sure you’d say no. More likely, you’d ram a stake through my ribs.”

The thought of Astarion dead at your feet upset you more than you’d like to admit. A shudder runs through you as you imagine the sight. No, you would never hurt Astarion, even when you now know what he’s capable of.

“No, I needed you to trust me. And you can trust me.”
“I do,” you reply, “I believe you.”

Relief washes over Astarion’s face as he seems to relax slightly.

“Thank you. Do you think you could trust me just a little further? I only need a taste, I swear.”

You’re not sure what it is, but as you look at Astarion standing before you, you feel a strange sense of compassion. He probably didn’t enjoy any of this either. More than likely he had been turned against his will and was forced to deal with the consequences of it every day.

“Fine. But not a drop more than you need.”

You’re curious to see how he’ll react to you saying this. He smiles widely the moment you do.

“Really? I- of course. Not one drop more,” he promises.

The usual flirtatiousness in his voice is back and you have to fight back the heat rising to your cheeks. It feels so stupid but something about this also feels so intimate. You are pretty confident very few people have seen Astarion like this. Perhaps no one has.

“Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” he asks.

This time, you cannot stop yourself from blushing. He doesn’t seem to notice it though, for which you are grateful. This wasn’t something to be excited about. If anything, Astarion being a vampire was a bad thing. Yet you couldn’t help yourself from feeling tingles when he said that.

You lie back down on your bedroll, looking up at Astarion hesitantly. The others all still appear to be asleep, How they had not woken up from the two of you talking was beyond you, but you were thankful for it nonetheless.

Astarion kneels beside you and your heartbeat quickens. It appears he senses this, a smirk toying at his lips. As he places his hands next to your head, he leans down and bares his fangs once more. There’s a quick sharp pain in your neck as he bites down, but it soon fades to a throbbing numbness. Your breath catches in your throat as Astarion begins to suck.

The discomfort makes way for something else. Your body quivers with excitement though you’re not sure why. You’re not absolutely sure what is making you feel this way. Maybe vampires have a sort of hormone they release when they feed to make their prey more comfortable. Or maybe, just maybe, you have feelings for Astarion.

His body is flush with yours as he continues to suck at your neck. He doesn’t seem to have any intention to stop and you can see black spots forming in the edges of your vision. Just as you’re about to tell Astarion to back off, you notice something. He’s hard. You can feel it against your thigh as he leans down more, pressing into you further.

You shudder as you feel a wave of arousal wash over you. Your whole body trembles as Astarion continues to drain you. You need to stop him before he goes too far, you know you do.

“A-ah, that’s enough,” you stammer.
“Mhmm?” he hums, barely seeming to notice your words.
“Please…”
“Oh, of course.”

He pulls back and you have to actively hold yourself back from whining at the loss. Astarion backs off, trying to stand up. You see it then, that look of lust in his eyes. You’re unsure whether it’s because he wants you or your blood, but that doesn’t matter. Astarion doesn’t get up, instead remaining on his knees beside you. You sit up and the first thing you notice is that he’s still hard. There’s an outline of his dick straining against his leather pants and your breath catches.

Astarion seems to be in some sort of trance, a few drops of blood spilling from his lips.

“That was amazing. You felt it too didn’t you? I could sense your little shakes of excitement.”
“Fuck-”
“Yes, let’s.”
“What?” you ask, unsure whether you just heard that right.

You meet his gaze and you are now absolutely certain you did, in fact, hear him correctly. His eyes are hooded, his gaze clouded with lust. You can feel yourself getting wet just from the sight. You have never reacted this strongly in your life and you wonder if it has to do with being lightheaded from your recent blood loss.

“Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” he says with a wink.

He gets up and is about to walk off, beckoning you to follow. As you get up too, your legs are wobbly and you feel like you’re about to pass out. Black spots dance at the edges of your vision once again as you’re about to collapse back down to the ground. Just before you do so, Astarion’s arms wrap around you, preventing your fall.

You look up at him, eyes wide. You’re trying to focus but your vision is still somewhat blurry as Astarion picks you up. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist and throw your arms over his shoulders. He wastes no time in walking you over to a more secluded spot, surrounded by trees, located just outside of the campsite. You would still have to keep relatively quiet if you didn’t want the others to hear you.

Astarion pins you against a tree and you lean down to kiss him. Just before your lips meet, you pause for a second, teasing. He looks up at you, his pupils blown as he closes the distance between you. The second your lips touch you feel like you’ve been punched in the gut by how strong the wave of arousal is that hits you. You knew you had feelings for Astarion but you didn’t know they were this intense.

He smiles against your lips for a moment, before he deepens the kiss. You gladly part your lips and allow him access. As you do, you notice a slightly metallic taste. It appears you can taste traces of your own blood as you kiss him. You really shouldn’t find that as arousing as you do. Instinctively you grab hold of Astarion’s hair, trying to ground yourself a little. His hands are on the back of your thighs, holding you up against the tree. He squeezes slightly as he kisses you harder. There’s a need there, a yearning so bad he can no longer remain his usual composed self.

Your fingers are laced in his hair and you pull at his locks lightly, your lips parting for a second. You take a deep breath but it’s somewhat shaky. Astarion notices this and grins for a moment before he focuses his attention on your throat. His teeth graze the spot where your throat meets your jaw and you can barely hold back a moan.

“Don’t hold back darling. Let me hear just how much you enjoy this,” he murmurs against your throat.

His words leave you even wetter than before and you tilt your head back, exposing your throat. Astarion presses some light, open-mouthed kisses to it before he focuses on the wound he created earlier. The place where his fangs pierced you as he drained you of your blood is still sensitive and you shudder as his lips touch it. He sucks and you can’t help but cry out at this.

The spot is still very tender and it leaves you a mess as he licks at it. You’re torn between not wanting to hold back any noises and not wanting to wake anyone up. Perhaps, you wonder, you should just keep your mouth busy so you don’t have to focus on restraining your sounds.

You tug lightly on Astarion’s hair and he pulls back to face you. Your eyes meet for a moment and you can see just how blown his pupils are. There’s barely a sliver of red still to be seen.

“Can you put me down for a second?” you ask.

Astarion looks like he is about to say something but he shuts his mouth and does as you ask. The moment your feet hit the ground, you smile at him before you sink down to your knees. You look up to see his mouth slightly agape as he watches you.

Your hands move up to unlace his pants but he stops you, placing his hands over yours.

“You don’t have to-”
“I want to.”
“It’s just… No one’s ever, you know…”

He seems uncertain about whether to continue that line of thought. You understand what he means though. You are familiar with the social circles Astarion used to navigate as a magistrate in the city. The women were often very absent partners and even less interactive as lovers. There were many stories of them seeing sex as a means to an end. Bedding a powerful man was a symbol of status more than anything. Really, it’s no surprise Astarion has no experience being on the receiving end of things. He would be expected to give and always put the woman’s needs above his own. You understand how tedious that might get and you are planning to change that.

You look up at him and smile. He bites his lip, conflicted on whether to allow you to go ahead with your plan.

“Let me do this for you.”

His hands let go of yours and he closes his eyes. You can tell he’s struggling to maintain his composure. The perfectly crafted mask is starting to slip. Beneath all that confidence and flirtatiousness there is a certain level of insecurity. Of hurt. You wonder what caused this and you make a silent vow to yourself to hunt down anyone and everyone that had a hand in it.

Your fingers move to unlace his pants and this time he doesn’t stop you. Once you finish doing so, you pull them down along with his underwear. His dick twitches as it is freed from its confinements and you make a soft noise at the sight. It’s definitely big and there are veins that you can’t wait to lick. You want to taste him more than anything.

Looking up at Astarion for a moment you see he’s biting his fist, trying very hard to stay composed. You chuckle softly before you proceed to wrap your fingers around the base of his cock.

At this, Astarion makes an actual noise. He hisses for a second before quickly stopping himself. You smile before leaning in closer. You give the head of his dick an experimental lick and it twitches in your hand in response.

“S-shit.”

You want to make him feel good, to please him. You give the head another lick before taking it into your mouth. It’s heavy on your tongue and you focus on breathing through your nose as you slowly move forward. Astarion is clearly trying very hard to remain still but he’s losing that fight. You flatten your tongue and lick a stripe along the underside of his cock as you pull back slightly.

Astarion groans and one of his hands moves to grab a hold of your hair. He stops before he actually does so though, unsure of how far he can go. You pull back off of his dick for a moment and you look up at him. He is clearly not used to being in a situation like this at all.

“It’s okay. You can move, you can touch me,” you say.

Before Astarion gets a chance to respond, you focus your attention back on his dick, taking it into your mouth again. Astarion’s fingers find their way into your hair and grab hold. He’s being gentle. You don’t mind but you’re not that fragile either. He moves his hips forward then, slowly and experimentally. You gladly take more of him inside, relaxing your throat.

Astarion pauses for a moment and you take the opportunity to go further. His dick hits the back of your throat and you have to take a deep, slow breath for a moment. You swallow around him then, causing him to cry out. You pull back slightly and place your hand on the back of his thigh, encouraging him to move.

This time he thrusts with a little more certainty. You move along at his pace and before you know it you’re settled into a steady rhythm. Your eyes open for a second, darting up to look at Astarion’s face. His head is thrown back and his mouth is open as he struggles to maintain any composure. The hold he has on your hair tightens slightly and he shudders. He’s getting close.

He’s steadily leaking precum and you relish in the taste of it on your tongue. You’re enjoying this tremendously. The fact that you’re responsible for the pleasure he’s experiencing. You’re pretty sure no one has ever seen Astarion like this and it just fuels you on. The pace of Astarion’s thrusts slows momentarily and you focus on the head of his cock again for a bit. You pull back, giving it a few teasing licks.

“Yeah, that’s good,” he breathes out.

You chuckle before you take his cock in your mouth again in its entirety in one fluid motion, your tongue sliding along it as it goes. It is heavy on your tongue and you hum, sending vibrations down Astarion’s cock. A small spurt of precome shoots down your throat at this and you swallow it down greedily.

“Darling, wait,” Astarion pants.

He gently pulls you off his dick and you look up at him. He doesn’t speak any further. It seems he’s too focused on trying not to come to do so. His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth is wide open. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling with each breath. You did this.

You smile widely before telling him to lie down.

Astarion groans softly but does as you ask of him. You crawl up and take a seat on his hips, his dick pressing against you. You try to hold back a whimper but you fail miserably. Astarion is still busy trying to regain his composure and he watches you as you take off your shirt. As the night cold hits your bare breasts you shiver slightly.

He props himself up on his elbows to get a better look at you and you can feel your whole body flush. There’s a hunger in his eyes. It’s even more intense than the look he had given you right before he first bit down on your throat. This was a different kind of hunger. A need. A yearning.

You start to unlace your pants when Astarion grabs hold of your hips and flips your positions, leaving you on your back in the grass. There he is. The confident Astarion you’ve come to know. You allow him to take the reins and do whatever he wants. He helps you unlace your pants before he all but yanks them off.

“Want you.”
“So take me,” you say.

He groans before peeling off his own shirt. Before you have time to process, his mouth is back on your throat. He licks at it before he slowly makes his way down your body. He presses a kiss to your clavicle before he slides down again. His right hand comes up to cup your left breast as his mouth is now on the other. His teeth graze your nipple and you arch up into his touch. He gives it a lick before closing his lips around it and you groan. At all times there’s just the slightest hint of teeth present, his fangs touching your skin every now and then. This does nothing to deter you but even more to turn you on.

His right hand teases, drawing light patterns around and over your nipple, touching but never quite firmly enough. Your head is thrown back, your back is arched and you close your eyes trying to savor every moment of it. Your arms find their way around him, pulling him closer. As your hands rest on his back, you feel patterns of raised skin. Scars perhaps?

It is at that moment that Astarion’s right hand begins to make its way down your body, caressing you as it does. His touch is light but combined with his mouth still on you, it is almost too much. You feel the muscles in your gut clench with arousal as Astarion’s hand comes to rest on your hip. He pulls back and moves upward to press his lips to yours once more.

His fingers dig into your hip with more pressure now as he deepens the kiss. You’re trying your hardest not to dig your nails into his back as he licks into your mouth. It’s when Astarion’s left hand comes to rest on your inner thigh that you can’t help but do so anyway. You hold onto him like you’re adrift at sea, about to float away. Your fingers dig into his back but you’re trying to be mindful. Trying not to hurt him.

The touch on your inner thigh is light and teasing and it’s driving you mad. His hand keeps slowly moving up further, and at this point, it’s just inches away from its end goal. You focus on kissing him back for a moment, realizing you’ve been slacking off in that department. The taste is still metallic, your blood on his tongue. You groan, and Astarion happily swallows the noise you make before pulling back for a moment. Then, a few things happen seemingly all at once that make your head spin.

His mouth is on your throat again, licking at the mark he had left before. At the same time, his hand that is on your thigh gently tugs on your leg, causing you to spread them. As you do so, Astarion wastes no time slotting himself between them.

“Astarion…” you gasp.
“Yes, dear? Use your words.”

You can’t seem to find them, not when you can feel Astarion’s dick press against your inner thigh. The only thing you manage to get out is a whimper when Astarion bites into the most sensitive spot on your throat again. He’s not biting hard enough to break your skin, not this time. You are aware of just how much restraint he’s showing. You move one of your hands up from his back to stroke his hair as he moves his hand off your thigh and up. It slides up your body before coming to a halt near your neck.

Astarion moves his face away from your throat, and the sensation of his teeth is quickly replaced with a different feeling. His hand strokes your neck gently and you look up at him. Whilst there is definitely still a hunger in his eyes, there is also something more gentle there.

“Please,” you beg.

You’re not sure what you’re begging for exactly, uncertain of how to proceed. It wasn’t like this was your first experience with things like this, but the feelings had never been this intense before. Never did you feel your whole body tingle as it does right now.

“What do you want? I need to hear you say it, darling,” Astarion says.
“Please fuck me.”
“Patience, my dear.”
“Ugh-”
“Remember, good things come to those who wait,” he grins.

You’re about to argue that you’re done waiting when pulls back and begins to move away from you.

“What are you-”
“Shh, trust me.”

You stay quiet and prop yourself up on your elbows for a second. He makes his way down your body and you realize what he’s planning to do. You moan and Astarion chuckles, his breath hot against your skin. His hands are on your legs again and he pushes them apart further. You arch your back, craving his touch. His lips press against your inner thigh and you groan. He kisses the skin lightly, slowly making his way closer up.

He pauses just before reaching his goal, and you feel like you’re about to combust.

“Please.”

Astarion laughs but obliges and before you know it his mouth is suddenly on you. You buck up, actively having to hold back a scream. Astarion is tonguing at your clit and you are close to losing control already at just this. Your entire body is tense as you try not to shake. He hums against you and you groan loudly. How the rest of the camp isn’t awake yet, you’re not certain.

Then, you feel a finger pressing against your entrance and you throw your head back in anticipation. You can barely contain your excitement at Astarion about to be inside you. Even if it was just his fingers for now.

Astarion’s first finger slips inside rather easily thanks to how wet you are. He pumps it in and out lazily as he continued to suck at your clit. His tongue flicks the sensitive bud as he proceeds to slip a second finger inside with relative ease. You gasp at the sensation, a tingle running down your spine. You are being filled so nicely already but you need more. Astarion thrusts his fingers in and out of you for a bit, while simultaneously tonguing at your clit in a way that makes you see white spots in your peripheral vision.

“Astarion…”

He pulls back from sucking on your clit, but continues to pump his fingers and you moan at the loss of his mouth on you.

“You should see yourself right now. You need me so bad, don’t you? You’re desperate for me to fuck you.”

You groan and nod in agreement. He chuckles before his mouth is back on you. His tongue circles around your clit as he continues to move his fingers. Then he curls them slightly and you moan loudly.

“Please fuck me, please,” you beg.

As you finish speaking, Astarion removes his fingers from your pussy before crawling up and aligning himself. You feel the head of his cock press against you and you whimper. Astarion smiles at you and brings his hand up to stroke your cheek. You tangle your hands in his hair and try to control your breathing but you’re way too excited for what you know is about to happen. You don’t even notice that you’re holding your breath before Astarion speaks up.

“Breathe, darling.”

You exhale slightly shakily before inhaling deeply. You exhale again, calmer and steadier this time and it is at that moment that Astarion slowly works his cock inside of you. You gasp as the head of his cock pushes inside and try to focus on your breathing. Astarion leans down and kisses you, rather gently, giving you something else to focus on. You fix your attention on kissing back, licking into his mouth, as he sinks all the way into you. As he bottoms out and you can feel the press of his hips against you, you gasp into the kiss.

Astarion pulls out slightly before slowly pushing back in. He is being very gentle and whilst part of you appreciates that as it gives you time to adjust, you quickly decide you want more. You wrap your legs around him and push back onto his cock. Astarion takes a sharp breath before pulling back and pushing in again a little bit harder in experiment. You can’t hold back a moan and he repeats the action.

You settle into a rhythm and you are trying to meet his thrusts but you’re feeling quite overwhelmed and still somewhat woozy, so it isn’t going as smoothly as you’d like. Astarion places an almost tender kiss on your lips before he buries his face in your neck, placing kisses against the skin.

“Mark me,” You get out between thrusts.
“Gladly.”

Sucking on a specific spot on your throat that makes you feel tingly, Astarion begins to snap his hips in earnest. You are starting to do better at meeting his thrusts and you can feel your gut clench in arousal. You are getting close and without thinking, you move one of your hands down your body to rub at your clit in time with Astarion’s movements. Both of you are breathing hard, your bodies glistening with a layer of sweat.

Astarion’s mouth is on the wound he made earlier again and your entire body shakes from the sensation. It’s almost too much. You feel overwhelmed and you can barely keep up with everything that’s going on. Your fingers that are on your clit have paused and Astarion seems to notice. He nudges your hand out of the way and picks up where you left off.

Astarion is getting apparently getting close as well, thrusting harder than he did before. As he snaps his hips at an almost brutal pace you feel your entire body shudder.

It is at a particularly hard thrust that you feel Astarion’s hip bones dig into you, sure to leave bruises. You throw your head back, your gut clenching as you feel your orgasm approach rapidly. As Astarion licks at your wound, a thought pops into your head. You kind of want him to bite you again though you’re not certain he’ll be able to control himself if you ask him to. Yet you cannot seem to get the thought out of your head. The words come out before you are able to overthink it.

“Bite me.”

Astarion groans loudly before he sinks his fangs into you again. The moment he does you almost double over from the punch of arousal in your gut. The moment you feel your blood actually starting to get drained, you come so hard you nearly black out. Your entire vision goes white and you cry out Astarion’s name followed by a string of curses. Astarion thrusts a few more times before his hips stutter and you feel his cock pulse, spilling inside you. After a couple more lazy moves of his hips, he stills. He continues sucking at your throat and you are starting to feel somewhat lightheaded.

The edges of your sight are beginning to blur again and you realize you have to stop him from going too far. You don’t mind. You understand. As you’re still coming down from the high of your orgasm though, all you can do is push at his shoulder weakly. Astarion just bites down harder and you shiver.

“Astarion, stop,” you manage to force out.

He doesn’t reply but he does as you ask. Removing his fangs from your throat, he pulls back slightly. As he looks at you, his face inches from yours, you see something in his eyes you haven’t before. You’d call it love if you didn’t know better.

He smiles gently, his lips stained red with your blood. It’s not a bad sight and you realize you wouldn’t mind doing this more often. Not just the feeding, but the sex as well. Even if it was a casual thing to him, that would be fine for you. Everything that happened this evening only confirmed to you what you already knew. You are in love with Astarion.

The way he is looking at you is tender and soft. A complete shift in attitude from before. It’s a look you’ve not seen from him often, but one that you could definitely get used to.

“This was a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”
“Be careful, you might just fall in love with me,” you reply teasingly.

Astarion laughs and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

“Way ahead of you there, darling.”