Astarion lay on the cool grass, cradling your body against his chest. He couldn’t bring himself to let you go—not now, not ever. The night sky stretched endlessly above you, illuminated by the gentle glow of countless stars. Shooting stars streaked across the heavens, and in their soft brilliance, he closed his eyes and made a silent wish. For the first time in centuries, Astarion dared to hope for a better future.
Together.
“Darling, look at all those beautiful stars. Did you make a wish?” Astarion murmured tenderly, his gaze loving. The camp was unusually quiet. Your companions, sensing your need for privacy, had taken their leave for the night. For once, there was no chaos, no fights—just the two of you beneath the sprawling canopy of stars.
He tilted his head, resting his cheek against the top of your head as his arms tightened their hold on you. He felt a quiet contentment that he rarely allowed himself to feel. “You know,” he began with a little chuckle, “I used to think stars were the most beautiful thing on earth. But now…” He trailed off, his lips brushing the top of your head. “Now, I think they're pale in comparison to you.”
He propped himself up on one elbow to gaze at you more directly. His free hand brushed a strand of hair from your face, and for a moment, he simply stared. “I could get used to this. Just the two of us, no interruptions, no goblins or illithids to ruin the mood,” he said softly.
It wasn’t often Astarion allowed his walls to come down completely, but with you, it felt effortless. He let himself hope—hope for a future where nights like this were endless. Where he could hold you under the stars forever.
“I think this is the first time in centuries I’ve felt... alive.” he confessed against your skin. “Promise me this won’t end. Promise me we won’t end,” he whispered sadly, his fingers curling gently around yours.