This summer was hot. Even for Astarion, who you found in your shared apartment on your sofa, a bag of frozen corn on his head, Arctic Monkeys coming out of his phone while the fan droned, only making it somewhat bearable to even exist. He may adore sun, but now his hypersensitivity against sunlight made everything less enjoyable. Not even the dating app he was lazily scrolling trough made it better.

"Darling!" He reaches his hand out for you, desperately wanting to chuckle with you over someone's profile.