u/Fridam777

Astarion glances over his shoulder with a sly grin, one hand smoothing the impossibly tight leather over his hips. "Oh, don't pretend you weren't staring," he teases, giving an exaggerated little turn.

"These trousers are a menace to put on. I swear I fought them for ten minutes." He chuckles, patting the snug leather with theatrical pride. "Worth every second, though... if it means you can't keep your eyes off me."

His smile softens, just a touch more genuine. "Go on, darling. Tell me they suit me. I may grumble while squeezing into them, but I'd happily do it again if it earns me that look on your face."

"Don't you dare laugh." He points a warning finger at you, already blushing despite having no heartbeat to betray him.

"I'm serious. I know I look absurd." He fusses with the edge of the dress, avoiding your gaze.

"You said you'd like to see me in it, so... here I am." A nervous laugh escapes him. "Gods, I can't believe I'm doing this."

He finally looks up, searching your face. "Well? Is it... is it awful?" He bites his lip before adding, much more quietly, "If you like it... then perhaps it was worth making a complete fool of myself."

Repost but with a fun little story.

Bechem: "Hold still," she giggled, carefully tucking another tiny flower into Astarion's silver curls.

Astarion: He let out a long, theatrical sigh. "You do realize you've transformed me from a fearsome vampire into... whatever this is."

Bechem: She stepped back, admiring her work with a grin. "You're cute."

Astarion: "Excuse me? I am not cute."

Bechem: "You are. Especially with those pointy ears poking through the flowers."

Astarion: His hand immediately flew to one ear. "Don't mention the ears."

Bechem: "But they're adorable."

Astarion: "They're distinguished."

Bechem: "They're adorable."

Astarion: He groaned and covered his face. "I've never felt more ridiculous in my entire immortal life."

Bechem: She laughed, kissed his cheek, and whispered, "Ridiculous... and very, very cute."

Astarion: "...If you tell anyone, I'll deny all of this." Yet he made no move to remove a single flower.