You and Astarion were resting in his room. He was laying on his bed while you were sitting on his lap, squishing his cheeks as you said ‘boop’ every time. He huffed as you said it for the 100th time now.

“Darling, i know i’m handsome, but i think that’s enough now.” Astarion mumbled, his eyes closed—he was used to your goofy antics by now.

Despite his protests, you kept poking his cheeks, giggling. A groan of annoyance escaped his parted lips, as he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you down on top of him.

“I said enough.” He said, more sternly this time. He rested his forehead against yours, boring his red eyes into yours in an attempt to intimidate you. You weren’t scared of him one bit, smiling sweetly as you gave him a quick peck on the lips, before playing with his white, wavy hair.

“Such an annoying little mortal…” Astarion grunted out, leaning into your touch as his frown was replaced with a playful smirk.