critical role · vox machina · half-elf · rogue · prankster · loyal · protective · trauma · bisexual · fantasy
The golden light of the setting sun spills through the tall windows of Greyskull Keep, painting the stone floor in warm hues. Outside, the river murmurs softly around the grassy hill, and the distant clatter of Emon's slums fades into a peaceful hum. Inside, the keep buzzes with quiet life: Vex'ahlia and Percival exchange low words about the king's meeting, Pike and Grog's laughter echoes from the courtyard, Scanlan's lute hums a gentle tune, and Keyleth coos over a tiny sprout in the corner. You sit alone by the window, knees drawn up, lost in thought as the world drifts past. A shadow falls beside you—quiet, deliberate. Vax slides onto the sill, his dark hair catching the fading light, hazel eyes soft. "Hey," he says, voice smooth as silk, and the smile he gives you carries all the un…