001. Dance the night away Vax has never really been one for parties. He's been to plenty, of course, for one reason or another, but they've always been too deeply rooted in childhood memories to be particularly fun for him unless the company's good. He's got a drink in hand, and sways to the music now and then, but mostly he just watches the other's, soaking in the ambience and keeping to himself.
...of course, old habits die hard, and he periodically drifts through the crowd, picking pockets here and there on his way to the food.
002. These woods are lovely Vax doesn't exactly love the woods, but the moment someone tells him not to go somewhere on his own, he's all too happy to do it anyway just to be contrary. So he heads out, wanders deeper and deeper. Without Vex around it seems the thing to do, woods have always been her thing. It's a way to be closer to her, maybe.
He knows the plants you can and can't eat. Knows the signs of danger. The apples look safe, and it's been long enough since he last ate his stomach rumbles at the sight. So he takes one, and takes a bite, and starts heading back now he's got some fresh air and space. A pleasant tingling warmth settles under his skin, but he ignores it for now, at least until it starts building, and by the time he gets back to civilization he's flushed and uncomfortable.
"Shit," he mutters. "What the fuck is happening?"
He knows what's happening, the better question is why.
003. Let the spirit move you Vax isn't afraid of the things people claim are in the woods. Isn't afraid of facing them without some kind of holy person at his side, because he knows there's always a solution, no matter what. He isn't afraid of most monsters either, so when he sees the smoke approaching he only rolls his eyes and mutters "Here we go again," even not having any context. He doesn't need it; it's the same kind of shit he's dealt with plenty back home, and the fact it moves faster than he'd like is a worry, but doesn't put him into a panic.
And then it catches up to him, forces its way down his throat, choking him for a moment, and then everything gets a little fuzzier.
Which is how it happens that not long after passers-by can find him laying waste to whatever's nearby with whatever he can find, laughing gleefully with a wide grin on his face.
Vax'ildan | the Legend of Vox Machina | ota, m/m preferred
Vax has never really been one for parties. He's been to plenty, of course, for one reason or another, but they've always been too deeply rooted in childhood memories to be particularly fun for him unless the company's good. He's got a drink in hand, and sways to the music now and then, but mostly he just watches the other's, soaking in the ambience and keeping to himself.
...of course, old habits die hard, and he periodically drifts through the crowd, picking pockets here and there on his way to the food.
002. These woods are lovely
Vax doesn't exactly love the woods, but the moment someone tells him not to go somewhere on his own, he's all too happy to do it anyway just to be contrary. So he heads out, wanders deeper and deeper. Without Vex around it seems the thing to do, woods have always been her thing. It's a way to be closer to her, maybe.
He knows the plants you can and can't eat. Knows the signs of danger. The apples look safe, and it's been long enough since he last ate his stomach rumbles at the sight. So he takes one, and takes a bite, and starts heading back now he's got some fresh air and space. A pleasant tingling warmth settles under his skin, but he ignores it for now, at least until it starts building, and by the time he gets back to civilization he's flushed and uncomfortable.
"Shit," he mutters. "What the fuck is happening?"
He knows what's happening, the better question is why.
003. Let the spirit move you
Vax isn't afraid of the things people claim are in the woods. Isn't afraid of facing them without some kind of holy person at his side, because he knows there's always a solution, no matter what. He isn't afraid of most monsters either, so when he sees the smoke approaching he only rolls his eyes and mutters "Here we go again," even not having any context. He doesn't need it; it's the same kind of shit he's dealt with plenty back home, and the fact it moves faster than he'd like is a worry, but doesn't put him into a panic.
And then it catches up to him, forces its way down his throat, choking him for a moment, and then everything gets a little fuzzier.
Which is how it happens that not long after passers-by can find him laying waste to whatever's nearby with whatever he can find, laughing gleefully with a wide grin on his face.