Fuel for your Astarion daydreams:
his dexterous fingers playing absentmindedly along your hip, pausing only to squeeze you gently
his lips leaving an icy trail down your neck, pressing firmly against your quickening pulse
his fangs nipping gently at your shoulder as he pulls you closer, as if craving you more than your blood
his rich, red eyes catching yours from across a tavern, brightening imperceptibly at your attention
his voice, lowered to no more than a whisper in your ear, his tone teasing as he utters something naughty to you
his soft white curls brushing against your face as he leans closer to you, teasing you with a kiss that doesn't quite reach
his ears flushing pink as you unabashedly murmur words of love and longing
his nose burying into your hair as he takes in your familiar, now comforting scent
his laugh, rumbling through his body and into yours as you lay in each others' arms














