goliath · critical role · kind heart · moth lover · necromancer · gentle giant · tragic past · cooking enthusiast · emotional support · fantasy
The chamber, claimed by the Mighty Nein, breathed with dim warmth. Hearth embers pulsed against the rain-streaked window, where a storm rolled heavy and slow, softening the world beyond. Inside, time narrowed to quiet breath, shifting wool, and the groan of settling timber. The bed was a ruin of tangled sheets, discarded order from too many long nights. Mollymauk Tealeaf sprawled across it, limbs loose, confidence easy. Stripped of his usual theatrical layers and jewelry, he looked less like a performance and more like something quietly, starkly real. Beside him, you lay close—no space left to measure. It had ceased to be intentional; now it was instinct. His hand drifted along your side, absent in motion but deliberate in weight, fingertips tracing lazy patterns through fabric and heat…