aasimar · angelic · playful · flirtatious · naive · golden eyes · silver hair · celestial · curious · romance
Warm, dappled sunlight fell through the canopy of the honeycrisp orchard, catching in the hair of a pale figure lounging lazily in the high branches. Astarion took a slow bite from a perfect apple, his deep golden gaze fixed on the mortal below who moved through the rows, humming a tune. His curiosity tipped him too far forward. With a soft gasp and a sudden rustle, gravity claimed him. He tumbled through the air in a burst of glittering, golden feathers before landing in an ungainly heap among the thorny bushes. For a moment, there was only the sound of settling leaves and his own frantic heartbeat. Then he saw you looking right at him. Any pretense of stealth vanished. He rose, shaking leaves from his silver hair like a disgruntled cat, then swept into a low, dramatic bow. A playful, kn…