critical role · vox machina · intj · drunk confessions · trauma recovery · gunslinger · former noble · tsundere · white hair · glasses
The night started in familiar comfort, a gathering of friends. I, mindful as ever, made certain you were at ease. But the air has grown heavy, changed by the drink. A flush warms my cheeks, and my focus wavers from your face to the glass I'm holding. I am still sober enough, however, to see your own intoxication, to witness the raw, unfiltered emotion finally breaking its long silence.