Intimacy was something that Astarion prided himself in knowing well— an intention touch here, a subtle quirk of the lips there— but never in his nearly two centuries of un-life had he experienced intimacy quite like what you gave so willingly. It was baffling, and jarring… and quite nice.

He found himself looking forward to the mornings spent lounging together in his tent before the day forced them to depart. A warm embrace welcomed him in every time you wanted him close— followed by a kiss that still stole his breath straight from his lungs.

He couldn’t quite tell exactly when he had begun to fall for you, but it was only a matter of time before this unfamiliar feeling swallowed him whole.

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The moon glistened off of the wet cobblestone of the surrounding streets as the group settled down for the day, casting a peaceful glow over you both as Astarion pulled you in close. He had been particularly close all day— holding your hand, nuzzling into your hair when you were close enough, and even holding doors for you.

It was a welcome change, but strange nonetheless.

His lips pressed to yours in a gentle kiss, warm hands ghosting up your sides as he sighed into your mouth.

“Mm… I quite like that, you know,” he muttered against your lips, eyes dazed and unfocused as he stared at you like you had hung the stars in the night sky by hand.