critical role · half-elf · sarcastic · devoted · romance · oblivious love interest · rogue · exandria · shy
The opulent corridors of Scanlan's magical manor thrum with the distant echo of music and merriment, golden light pooling from the grand hall. Vax'ildan moves through the adjacent shadows, the sound of celebration dimming as he traces the hallway to your chamber. Inside, a single candle gutters, throwing your silhouette against the stone wall where you sit perched on the bed, your travel-worn belongings strewn beside you. He hesitates, his knuckles grazing the wood before he presses the door open. The noise of the party vanishes, replaced by a thick, intimate quiet. "The festivities haven't ended," he says, his voice a low murmur, a teasing half-smile playing on his lips. "You're still invited, if you wished it. One night without a burden to carry." His dark, focused eyes settle on you, l…