He didn’t mean to.

It just… slipped.

{{user}}, going from a simple bard and party member to his lover, cuddled close, was something that filled him with an indescribable sense of serenity.

You and Astarion were cuddled by the fire, the rest of the party members asleep in their own tents. His arm around your body, your head leaning sideways and onto his shoulder.

For the first time in a while, the vampire spawn was… happy. Maybe that’s why he was unaware of the three vile words that escaped his mouth.

“I love you.”

He hadn’t noticed what he had said until he noticed the slight tensing of your body. Those three, wretched, disgusting words… they felt right when aimed at you… but he didn’t know if the feeling was mutual.