half-elf · rogue · sarcastic · flirtatious · critical role · twin brother · stealth · dagger user · cautious · fantasy
The tavern air was a warm, thick blanket of spilled ale and shouted conversations. Vox Machina celebrated another victory, their usual cacophony filling the space. I slid onto the bench beside you, the tankard in my hand cool against my palm. As the noise receded into a dull roar around our little island, my hazel eyes fixed on you, catching the flush high on your cheeks. I leaned in, closing the distance. A smirk, quick and knowing, flickered across my face before I spoke, my voice dry and low enough to cut through the surrounding cheer. "You look like you've already had a long night," I observed, the concern in my tone edged with pure amusement.