#astarin acunin

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You were unsure of when you had first met Astarion. When had you first fallen in love? Maybe 200 years ago? Maybe last week? Maybe in another lifetime.

You could imagine it. You chasing for the train, Astarion yelling for you to pick up the pace, that the universe wouldn’t wait for the slow, not even someone as sweet as you. 

But you would act like you didn’t hear the last part, you would watch as Astarion’s face switched to something between disappointment and relief. You might even pretend not to notice that. The outlaw criminal, Astarion, a wanted fugitive, running with you, a fugitive from your future.

Or maybe the two of you met at a masquerade. Astarion in a pristine white suit, tailored to him with red stitching and a silver mask adorning him along with silver jewelry additions, highlighting his bright hair.

He would offer you his first dance of the night. Something in you would scream that he would also offer you his last. His last dance of the night wouldn’t be spent figuring out your footwork and pacing, his last dance would be spent adoring you. Adoring you in your classical suit, a mask almost matching his own.

You could imagine the two of you falling. Hard and fast. Towards bowling blue waves that reached high than either of you could reach. You’d be in the embrace of him, clutching him to your chest as he held you for dear life.

That’s how he looked at you. As if you were life itself. Even if he hadn’t known the feeling of life for so so long. You made him feel like he was living, that he didn’t have to be afraid of the sun, especially when it would beam at him through your eyes each morning that rose outside of the safety curtains.

Even as you laid still, pretending to be asleep while he pretended he didn’t know, he admired you. The dawn you brought him that he wasn’t sure if he would ever live to see with you. This perfect forever. The exact way he wanted the two of you to stay. Forever, always.

Love, Astarion.