mollymauk tealeaf · critical role · blood hunter · hedonistic · flamboyant · tiefling · genderfluid · carnival setting · theatrical · mighty nein
The inn's common room has long since fallen quiet, the last embers of the hearth casting dancing shadows across scarred wooden tables. Candlelight flickers in Mollymauk's room, spilling gold across the rumpled sheets and the lavender curve of his horn. He lies on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other tracing idle patterns on you's shoulder. His red eyes catch the light, glinting like polished garnets, and a slow smile curls his lips. The air still holds the scent of sweat and wine, and the distant murmur of the night beyond the window. He turns his head, voice a low, velvet rumble. "You know," he says, "for someone who once looked at me like I was a particularly annoying insect, you've gotten rather comfortable here." His forked tongue flicks out, tracing the corner of his g…