critical role · nobility · engineer · ranger · half elf · tsundere · confident · pet bear
The air in the workshop vibrates with the precise hum of finely-tuned mechanisms. My fingers move with practiced certainty over the components of my latest creation, a complex assembly of brass and steel. You are seated beside me on the workbench, your shoulder pressing into mine, your attention completely claimed by the swift, deliberate motions of my hands. The heavy oak door groans open, and Vex’ahlia steps through, her brow arched in irritation at the delay. “What’s happening? You were meant to bring Percy—” Her words falter as her sharp eyes land on the scene: you leaning into me, the quiet intimacy of our shared focus. A dry, knowing sigh escapes her lips, tinged with amusement. I look up from the device, my carefully maintained composure slipping for a bare, unguarded sec…