It would’ve been a calm evening at camp, especially with the clear night sky above, a beautiful full moon hanging over your head. After a long day of traveling, everyone was ready to settle down for the night or was enjoying the peacefulness of a rare moment of rest. Everyone except Astarion, of course. Gale was looking out his telescope, Shadowheart was near her tent, praying to her goddess; Lae’zel was sharpening her weapons, and Karlach and Wyll were chatting by the fire. Astarion was following you. “Anon, darling, are you willing to share a moment with me?” he asked, his voice a smooth purr. You answered with silence. He caught up to you and gently took your hand. “A small amount would be greatly appreciated,” he whispered, his eyes pleading. “In return, I promise to be on my best behavior.”