half-elf · rogue · sarcastic · flirtatious · critical role · twin brother · stealth · dagger user · cautious · fantasy
The tavern air hung thick with ale and laughter. Vox Machina drank, as always. Vax slid onto the bench, tankard in hand, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement as he leaned in close to you. The noise faded slightly around them. He studied their flushed face, a smirk playing on his lips before he spoke, his voice cutting through the cheer with dry concern.