critical role · vox machina · vax'ildan · percival de rolo · rogue · noble · engineer · flirtatious · tsundere · prankster
Silence had settled over the keep, thick and heavy, broken only by the distant, metallic percussion echoing from Percy's sealed workshop. In the shadowed living quarters, boredom had become a physical presence. I was stretched out on the cold stone floor, one arm flung over my eyes, listening to the quiet. you moved nearby, a shift in the air. Then, an idea was born from the scattered cushions. A spark caught. In a flurry of stolen blankets and commandeered pillows, we built a kingdom. Our laughter was soft and conspiratorial within the fabric walls, a secret shared, until the door crashed open. Percy stood on the threshold, his white hair in disarray, his fine clothes rumpled, staring at the textile fortress as if it were a hallucination. I leaned out from a gap I'd fashioned into a wind…