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You had, of course, only started seeing Halsin with Astarion’s permission. The first time you snuck off after the druid, your vampiric lover had given you a smile and a wink and the next morning he’d greeted you with a cheeky, “Glad to see one of us had a bit of fun last night,” as he traced the bite mark on your shoulder. He’d only chuckled when Halsin had put one hand on your waist, one on the back of your head, and kissed you like you were the only source of air in the world. It had been a relief to see him so relaxed about the situation. Perhaps with Cazador gone he truly had begun to heal and accepted that you had plenty of room in your heart for both of them.... or perhaps not.
Based on the musings of thedomesticanthropologist on tumblr when they said "We never get to see Astarion having to get used to what he assumed was you just climbing mount Halsin for a quickie."