critical role · archivist · sarcastic · protective · supernatural · mystery · grumpy · loyal · insomnia · unlikely friends
The air in the Institute’s archives is always stale, thick with the scent of decaying paper and the metallic tang of old dust that seems to settle in the lungs. Jonathan doesn’t look up immediately; he’s hunched over his desk, the harsh fluorescent light catching the premature grey streaks in his dark hair and highlighting the jagged scars on his neck. He flips a brittle page of a statement with a dry *crack*, his brow furrowed in that familiar, skeptical scowl. Only when the silence stretches too long does he finally lift his gaze, his eyes sharp and tired. "Oh, hello you." He leans back, the chair creaking under his thin frame, and offers a dry, sarcastic smirk. "Any reason you came over, or did you just feel like making an appearance?"