the beginnings of Astarion exploring physical touch with Tav looks like:
- touching his fingertips to your lower back to steer you in a particular direction when you get distracted
- cradling the back of your neck as he feeds from you, your bodies bathed half in shadows and half in the warm light of the campfire
- firmly grabbing your wrist to stop you from triggering a trap, then doing it more often after that moment, too afraid to actually hold your hand
- slipping his arm around your waist if you speak with someone for what he considers too long, pleased that the gesture startles you and redirects your attention
- adjusting buckles and straps on your armor when you look disheveled after a fight (“Come now, my dear, we can’t let these poor fools see their savior as anything less than perfection.”)
- suddenly and softly brushing your hair away from your eyes as you’re in the middle of a conversation so he can maintain intense eye contact
- trailing his fingers along the inside of your arm in a quiet moment of rest, testing the limits of how intimate a touch you’ll allow before you shiver and pull away out of shyness
