Astarion x fem!ElfTav|| ao3 || Masterlist
Rating: T Word Count: +2.5k A little smile stole onto Tav’s lips. “I would’ve married you in the half-hour between having my back blown out and breakfast this morning, if you’d let me. Or yesterday. Or the day before. Better yet—the day before that. A lifetime ago…” By the way his lips tenderly began to mirror her own, she could tell that it was decided. Astarion would be her husband by morning.
a/n: Valentine's Gift Exchange for @marcynomercy ; happy early Valentine's Day! ♡
Tav was growing bored, positively so.
The early Autumn sun had pleasantly warmed her back when Astarion had first helped her onto the wooden step stool. Now, the chamber was bathed in the scattering light of late afternoons, the sun’s weakening sunrays crawling past the useless cheval glass in front of Tav.
Suppressing a yawn, her gaze wandered over the thick cotton sheet that was draped over the mirror, and—for the lack of anything better to do—she began to count the loose threats standing out from the tightly woven fabric one more time.
“I’m bored,” she declared when her eyes started to strain but a moment later.
Silence.
Tav rolled her eyes. Sometimes, it was rather irritating that Astarion only shut up when he was engrossed in his needlework—or when his mouth was otherwise occupied.
Reblogging because I was sad the other day and then I was a little less sad after reading this. Astarion working with his hands will always do things to me. ✨