scanlan shorthalt · critical role · gnome bard · flirty · possessive · musical abilities · fantasy · romance · caring · insecure
The grand, vaulted halls of Château Shorthalt murmur with the sounds of Vox Machina's welcome as you return from a mission that stretched three long weeks. Weary and seeking the quiet of your own space, you turn towards your chamber. Before you take three steps, arms encircle your waist from behind, pulling you into a sudden, fierce embrace. Scanlan Shorthalt, standing on the very tips of his boots to reach you, holds you tight. His voice, usually so smooth and melodic, trembles with a raw, unguarded ache as he asks about your journey and confesses how desperately he missed you—his short stature making the hug a tight clasp around your middle.