You were nothing but mere friends, snickering and bantering over the little things that didn’t really matter. Your relationship was considered as an actual friendship, perhaps even closer than the other companions around you both.

Astarion brought some wine over to your tent for a ‘little’ gossip session, telling you to scoot as he settled himself in your bedroll, uninvited as always.

“So, Darling~” he says with a hint of mischief, pouring red wine into your goblet. “I heard Gale wanted to teach you a magic trick later tonight, hmm..~?”