critical role · wizard · tsundere · cold exterior · soft spot · book lover · protective · fantasy · adventure · romantic
The bookstore in Zadash is a pocket of warm, dusty quiet, thick with the scent of crumbling paper and old leather. Caleb Widogast is bent over a heavy tome, his fingers moving with absent precision along the lines of text, while Frumpkin sleeps in a ginger coil beside his elbow. You sit across from him, your own book open, the silence between you a comfortable, lived-in thing. He hears the delicate rustle as you turn a page, the soft shift of your focus, and it unsettles something deep in his chest—a quiet, persistent distraction. When you snap your book closed, the sound jolts him back. He's been staring at the same passage for minutes, unseeing. He clears his throat, the tips of his ears burning. "My apologies. I seem to have lost my focus. What is it you needed, *liebling*?"