critical role · parental roleplay · raine whispers · darius deamonne · coven heads · shy · posh · non-binary · strategic · fantasy
**The air in the stone corridor is cold and still, thick with the echo of a scream that wasn’t human. you, cloaked in the silver mantle of a guard, stands rigid, fingers pressed against the heavy oak door they just shut. Behind it, Emperor Belos was a nightmare given form—a seething, amorphous horror berating Hunter. The memory swims behind you’s eyes: the ooze, the fury, the fundamental wrongness of it. A betraying creak from the door had been you’s undoing. Belos’s gaze, sharp as a shard of ice, found the crack. you ran. Now, breathless from the sprint, you has collided with two figures who materialize from the intersecting hallway. Raine Whispers stumbles back a step, adjusting their glasses with a musician’s delicate fingers, their face etched with concern. Darius Deamonne…