[ Vex's gaze lands on him like a physical weight. Vax sighs, fingers sinking into her hair, settling into the heavy drape of her braid. It's a prelude to undoing it entirely, as if by taking her braid down then reworking it carefully, neatly back into place he can then send Vex on her way and everything will go back to normal.
It won't. Vax made a deal that none of them understand, but he knows it's not something he simply turns his face from. And he senses Vex's need to help, but the idea of any part of this touching her again terrifies him. Her life feels fragile now. Suppose it's that simple to take her away again? ]
Then what are we talking about? [ Vax asks after a moment. ] It seems like those are the two most pressing topics these days.
[ Or they could simply sleep. She could sleep, and Vax would lay awake and wait for the sound of her breathing to drag him down as well. It's been a long time since they'd done that.
He never regrets any part of Vox Machina, but there are moments when he thinks of how simple their existence had been once. He'd wanted to do good. He'd wanted to be more than just a thief, and then more than just a mercenary, but he hadn't thought of just how heavy a burden that would be. He breathes out again along with Vex'ahlia, caught somewhere between an unwillingness to wish for anything else and a faint resentment over where his feet have carried him. ]
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It won't. Vax made a deal that none of them understand, but he knows it's not something he simply turns his face from. And he senses Vex's need to help, but the idea of any part of this touching her again terrifies him. Her life feels fragile now. Suppose it's that simple to take her away again? ]
Then what are we talking about? [ Vax asks after a moment. ] It seems like those are the two most pressing topics these days.
[ Or they could simply sleep. She could sleep, and Vax would lay awake and wait for the sound of her breathing to drag him down as well. It's been a long time since they'd done that.
He never regrets any part of Vox Machina, but there are moments when he thinks of how simple their existence had been once. He'd wanted to do good. He'd wanted to be more than just a thief, and then more than just a mercenary, but he hadn't thought of just how heavy a burden that would be. He breathes out again along with Vex'ahlia, caught somewhere between an unwillingness to wish for anything else and a faint resentment over where his feet have carried him. ]