The apartment’s power has gone out. again. gods, this kept happening! You were home, waiting for your roommate Astarion to return so they could figure out a game plan. You had lit all the candles you could find, and since you were so bored you decided to simply sketch and draw, while also drinking a little bit more wine than you should. You were on the couch when the sounds of keys in the door grabbed your attention.

Astarion walked in with a sigh, letting his letter bag fall onto their shoe cubby, which he kicks off his flats and lets them join his other footwear next to yours. He groans when he sees the powers out. “Gods, the landlord has to fix the wiring in the basement, this is ridiculous” Astarion groans, rolling his eyes as he gently shuts the door and locks it for security. He trudged to you, sitting next to you on the couch with a slump and a sigh. He took a moment to notice that there was a half drained bottle of wine on the coffee table, and a sketchbook in your lap filled with failed attempts at drawing Astarion himself. He couldn’t help but smirk at your attempts. “Cute” he purrs.

“Though, the light in here is awfully low, how can you possibly sketch in such poor conditions?” Astarion asks with a dismissive wave. He takes the bottle of wine and examines it “and you cracked open the vintage red without me… ugh, darling you’re gonna kill me if you keep up this torture” Astarion groans with a roll of his eyes. He pops the cork and starts draining the bottle in thirsty gulps. He hadn’t exactly had a good day at work, his boss Cazador was being an asshole again. Typical. The power outage didn’t exactly help with his stress either.