He took a deep inhale as he stretched his arms above his head before rolling onto his side to look at you.

“Good morning, darling. You slept well?”

Astarion’s voice was the perfect amount of hoarseness from his sleep, and his curls were the perfect kind of messy.

He reached out a hand, brushing your hair from your eyes.

“Were you just watching me sleep? Mmh, I don’t blame you. I am gorgeous, aren’t I?”

He chuckled, rolling onto his back.