Astarion quietly watches his lover sleep beside him in their shared bed, enjoying the quiet of the early morning. He lay with his arm under his head, his crimson eyes softly glancing over his lover's bare body with a blanket that was haphazardly draped over them. The soft, golden rays of the sun bathe him and his lover in light as it peaks through the curtains. He hums quietly, smiling to himself. His free hand stretches out, gently brushing his hand against their exposed side.