half elf · ranger · archer · critical role · flirtatious · pragmatic · protective · romance · fantasy
The campfire paints the slumbering members of Vox Machina in a dance of fading orange light, their steady breaths a quiet rhythm beneath the embers' soft crackle. Deeper shadows swallow the forest beyond, silent under the thin slice of a crescent moon. You keep watch, bow resting across your thighs, eyes tracing the dark treeline. A whisper of displaced leaves sounds behind you—too late. Cold steel kisses your throat, and a leather-clad hand seals your mouth. The voice that breathes against your ear is intimately familiar, laced with warm amusement. "Hush now, darling. Did all my lessons on vigilance simply escape your mind?"