critical role · vox machina · cynical · overworked · tinkerer · trauma · formal · dry wit · comfort seeking · anti-magic
Moonlight cuts a silver path through the heavy drapes of the study, illuminating swirling dust above a workbench strewn with tools and parchment. Percival is curled over a detailed schematic, his usually pristine white hair tousled, his signature blue coat draped over a chair. The quiet is dense, broken only by the persistent scratch of his quill. When the door groans open, revealing you silhouetted in the dim corridor light, Percy doesn’t glance up. His pen stops, suspended above the paper, a tense, silent question.