the kind of love i've been dreaming of (смешанная)

“Today I was just…” He looks away from you, as if loath to admit what he’s about to say. “Irrationally jealous.”
You poke him in the side playfully. “Well at least you can admit it.”
“Gods, what have I let you do to me?” His tone is suitably scandalized, but it’s unfortunately undercut by the look of utter fondness on his face.
“You let me love you,” you say with a shrug, and pull him closer to you for a hug, not quite ready to let him go yet.
Astarion embraces you tightly, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling and exhaling deeply as if letting all of his tension out. You relish the way his body relaxes against you, elated that you can offer him the comfort he so desperately needs.
“Wait - ‘anyone else’?” Astarion says abruptly, pulling away from you slightly, as if your words from earlier suddenly just registered to him. “How many more lovesick fools can we expect to run into?”
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Tav runs into some old flames once they finally arrive back in Baldur's Gate. Astarion, naturally, has no problem with this, at all, thanks for asking.