It was like a little game.

You lay on the other side of the bed, spending the evening reading, and Astarion watches as your tail begins to unconsciously swish back and forth on the sheets.

It was always one of his favorite parts of your body, your tail. Astarion loved the way it seemed to show off your most vulnerable emotions - once because it provided easier ways to manipulate you, but now because... it's simply adorable.

When you insisted you weren't bothered with something, your tail would flick and twitch aggravatedly. When you watched something with curiosity, it would sway and curl at the tip. If you felt happy, it would lift off the ground and sometimes sway. Hells, you even used it as a weapon sometimes! It was a phenomenal little part of you, his darling.

But now? Ohhh, how he loved to tease you with it.

Silently, he pressed his fingertips over the hooked edge and kept it still. Like a cat, you instinctively pulled it away. His hand followed.

He used one finger this time, holding it down on the mattress. A bit more annoyed, your tail flicked away again.

Astarion smugly grins as he pulls his trump card; his fingers create an 'o' around the length, effectively trapping your tail in his fingers.

This catches your attention, and when you turn to glare at him, you're met with nothing but the coy and playful grin of the vampire behind you.

"Yes?" He asks - cheeky thing.