Astarion writing a love letter after the masquerade ball.
My darling,
I never thought I'd stoop so low as to write a love letter. Honestly, how trite, but here we are.
See, I've spent two centuries perfecting the art of being alone. And then you showed up... ruining everything.
Now every time I close my eyes I see your face, hear your voice calling me back from the edge. And honestly? It's starting to grow on me.
So here's the deal. Midnight. My chambers. No excuses.
Come dressed, or don't. I honestly don't care. Just... come.
Let me hold you, let me taste you, let me pretend for once that I'm more than the monster in the story.
And if you say no... well, then you shall continue to burn without my touch.
I'll be expecting you.
—Astarion












