Imagine Astarion gifting Tav a dagger with the sentence “Ai armiel telere maenen hir.” carved into it. Tav not knowing any elvish thanks Astarion and asks what it means.
“Nothing special of course.” he smirks before leaning into Tavs ear and softly continues with“ it means you hold my heart forever.”
Tav beams with happiness and grabs his face.
“I’m quite fond of you too.”
Astarion rolls his eyes but a smile tugs at his lips as Tav presses multiple kisses on his forehead.






