Astarion's eccentric shirt
POV: When the party reaches Baldur's Gate, they are not only slaying dangerous freaks at the streets and figuring the whole mess out, but also shopping ‐ because OF COURSE they have worn themselves out (except probably Gale).
So you and Astarion head straight to the tailor's (maybe Figaro's?) to find someonething more... suitable, elegant, classy? Because no one knows how you'll end, so why not wear some pompous at last?
You have a lot of fun at the store - probably trying different outfits, including old-fashioned, tasteless and extravagant, just to laugh it out loud (no one is to judge - you had hard times before). You might put on a fashion show and defile in front of amused shop assistants, making snarky comments about everything not cool enough and looking through a lot of garbage to find a perfect hat or collar. Astarion definitely does have a very sharp eye on such things.
Then, returned to the camp at the end of the day, you're trying new clothes on again...
When Astarion takes off his eccentric shirt with ruffles, his face turns mad, and he glares at the shirt for a few moments. You can see the whole range of feelings in his red eyes, that mix of hatred, disguise, sorrow, regret, fear... all of that, and so much more.
You come closer to him, while he is shirtless, shattered and breathing heavily.
"What are you thinking of?"
"Nevermind. - He smirks. - That's a trash I have to get rid of".
He crumples the shirt in his hand, so it starts looking like a real trash - a lump of old silk, darned a lot, having so little in common with the luxurious outfit it has been once.
"No", you grab his hand.
"What?"
He seems a bit annoyed.
"I know what that... thing may mean to you, Star. And I know what I'm going to say is sentimental. But, you know, I met you in this clothes. And we started our "late night adventures" with you wearing this clothes. We've gone through so many traps and dangers together, with you wearing this clothes. To me... it's connected only with good memories. So could you please save it... for a little bit more?"
He stares at you, not knowing what to say. You open his palm slowly and take the crumpled shirt off. Cloth is so familiar, you can even tell where the certain seam is. You've touched it so often while giving a hug to the vampire.
"Well... if you want it so badly, love", he is reluctant to answer.
"That's just a shirt. You'll be able to throw it away anytime you want. Just... not now. Please. Maybe I'll need some time to get used to your new luxurious look".
He laughs showing his teeth.
"Dear, I'm perfect anyway, and you know it!"
Well, he's right. You touch his arm, swiping his muscles...
"You know what?"
"What, darling?"
"Maybe... we'll try new clothes on a bit later? Just, well, ten or fifteen minutes... right to the time Gale will finish dinner, huh?"
"There's never ten minutes, you know".
"So, then we'll be late for dinner".
"Awful", Astarion giggles, pulling you closer to his body, so you can touch his cool, soft, silky pale skin...
...It doesn't take long to find a quiet, private space.
"Wait..." - you stop kissing for a minute and, after a moment of tinkering, pull Astarion's shirt on your nude body, playfully showing some interesting parts of you through the thin cloth.
"Don't you dare... You misbehaving little treat! No-no-no, take it off!"
You slowly pull the collar away, offering him your neck.
"Oh shit!.."
"So?.. Don't you want it?"
You are teasing him shamelessly, enjoying every second of his hesitation, desire, and, finally, acceptance.
"I want you", he breathes off while finally touching your neck with his kisses with teeth and stroking your body wrapped in his old silk shirt...
...You two were badly late for dinner.
Unfortunately, companions didn't leave you any leftovers, except some cheese of questionable freshness and a few carrots. Maybe Lae'zel or Halsin has eaten extra portion in order to prepare to a future fighting with Absolute. Maybe Gale gave leftovers to Scratch.
It didn't matter.
Fortunately, no one has seen you stealting to a bed - especially you in your boyfriend's old shirt, with a few faint drops of blood on the ruffled collar and all crumpled by hugs and kisses.
