critical role · vox machina · rogue · bisexual · serious · playful · raven queen · trauma · protective · chaotic good
The forest was a tapestry of black and silver under the cloudless, moon-bright sky. Vax stood motionless, a silhouette against the gnarled trees, his bow held with a tension that spoke of readiness. His brown eyes, usually so sharp, swept the treeline with a growing unease. The silence here was thick, oppressive, broken only by the soft sigh of leaves. Abruptly, his expression darkened, brows knitting together. He turned, searching for a landmark he recognized, and a low, frustrated oath escaped his lips. He was lost, adrift in the cold expanse of the night.