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[bloodymyhands]

just dropping tags for new muses + for other muses i forgot to add tags for.

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[araliadon]

So… I have… done a thing. Vax’s naturally made me doubt my ability to tie a simple double knot for over ten minutes.

Edit: one with the charm. I should probably put stopper beads on either side next time… hmmm…

[bombdotcomshop]

A thread of hope amongst a tragedy.🌱 Oof, I made myself sad while making some snowdrop earrings and thinking about Vaxildan. I absolutely should not be doing this hours after watching EXU Calamity. Truly a spectacular piece of storytelling, and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again. *lies down on the floor*

[tentaclemadestudios]

"my champion. i see you have returned to me. but what is your destined thread to be?" #criticalrole #criticalrolefanart #vaxildan #ravenqueen #illustration #art #digitalart #tentaclemadestudios

[bloodymyhands]

vax adjusts his bag over his shoulder as he listens to the sound of trinket roaring. he smirks, shaking his head affectionately. he loves that bear; trinket was like a second sibling to him, always there whenever he needed someone. he trusts that bear more than he trusts most people. as vex approaches and pulls him into a hug, he hugs back, his shoulders fully relaxing. with his twin by his side, he's fairly confident that he can do anything.

he pets trinket once they part, smiling sheepishly as vex points out the extra bags. he starts to follow as they walk away, not wanting to be caught if the thieves figured out what was stolen. vex is best at covering their tracks, anyway. "we're returning them," he replies, sighing at his own good-naturedness. a silly part of him wants to keep it all, but he knows peoples' things are important to them, and he'd rather return them. "i thought maybe we'd figure that out once we're back in our room, sister."

their lives were always full of adventure, never without a dull moment. and although sometimes he was afraid that either might get hurt, nothing compares to defeating a monster or besting an enemy. he has a renewed bounce in his step.

the tavern they're staying in has several rooms just above it. it's quiet without many souls awake, so they make their way back to their room without much incident. they'd picked a room large enough for trinket to join them (and yes, the stairway can fit him). once inside their rooms, he tosses his bag onto his bed and then drops the other three bags onto the floor.

"should we open them?" he asks, shrugging off his over coat so he can cool off a bit. they're likely just bags full of old food and maybe books and papers and potions, but he can never be too careful. "maybe they'll have some information about the owners in there. a diary of some sort. underwear with their name stitched on it." he grins, his playfulness returned now that they're out of danger.

As the guard that Vex had dubbed Mr. Guard turns back to check does she catch sight of Vax'ildan, giving the signal. There's a subtle nod to Vax so he can continue ahead. She'd be right behind him, always. "Thank you again darling!" Vex states as she's now making her way back towards her brother once the guard is going inside the building. There's a sigh of relief as she's right next to her brother once more. "Good thinking Scrawny." Vex whispers using her affectionate nickname for her twin.

It's not missed that she catches the yelling from the building about being taken. Shit, can't say i'm surprised that they noticed. we'll be long gone. Vex glances around spotting Trinket bounding over to them, a soft growl in greeting, happy to know his mom and uncle where safe. Vex doesn't hesitate to scratch between his ears really quick, well telling Trinket he's the best boy.

" Trinket Darling you wanna go give them a scare? Make sure they don't follow us?" Vex asks, listening to the sounds of voices yelling, something about finding a woman with braided hair. That she'd taken them all. Trinket nods in understanding, no hesitation, Vex stopping when they're far enough so they won't be found.

A chuckle hearing the screams that follow a very familiar roar of her bear companion making sure they don't follow the way that Vex had wondered off to. Vex is pacing for a moment while waiting for Trinket does she catch that Vax is holding more bags. Interesting, he must have found others that they stole from. Of course he wants to give them back. He's so caring.

Right as Trinket is bounding back up to them Vex pulls her twin into a tight hug. " I'm proud of you brother." Whispered before pulling back and teasingly poking him in the side.

"I see you got your bag back Vax. & Others? " Vex hums glancing at them held tightly by Vax. She's curious, always has been but she wasn't going to go through them. " Are we selling those extra bags or returning them?" There's a pause as Vex is wondering would they even know where to start if they do return them.

“And if we’re returning them how will even find the owners?" Vex asked as they'd made their way back. Gaze drifts back behind them for a moment, double checking their tracks were well hidden from those bastards.

[bloodymyhands]

vilya is off running before vax can even finish putting everything away, and he can't help but chuckle to himself as he follows behind her. sometimes he's amazed at how much she truly is a mini-me, a smaller version of himself, and he can't help but feel incredible pride. even if at the current moment they're both on the run from a simple stable they couldn't build, not with simple tools or with magic, and were likely going to mess up dinner, too.

once he's inside the house, he moves to clean himself up, listening to vilya speak. "she won't be," he reassures, cleaning the last of the dirt of his hands. he remembers many days in the wilderness when he and vex had to use stream water to clean themselves. he doesn't miss those days, that's for certain. "she might even be relieved. i'm not sure she had much faith in us." he chuckles, the mental image of keyleth's expression when he'd told him what they'd be up to. hilarious now, but a challenge back then.

he sets the counter, moving a couple cutting boards to their prime position, and reaching for the bag of potatoes. he has, honestly, become a better cook these days, even if he still favours a stew over anything. "we can make a stew or a roast, although i'm starting to think it's too late for a roast," he continues, finishing his own sentence before he starts. "so i suppose the decision is made for us."

there's a stupid, fatherly part of him that literally still gets nervous around handing vilya a knife, but it's no different than the tools they would've been using for the stable. "you can cut the carrots," he says, nodding for her to help. "now, while we cook. tell me a story. am i supposed to ask what's new in your life?"

" that might be the only good idea you've had all day, " she teases, immediately moving to pick up the scattered tools and wood to put them in a more secure pile to become someone else's problem; preferably someone else who actually knew what they were doing with it all. by the time they've gotten everything picked up, vilya is already making a beeline for the house - the faster she escapes to the nice wonderful interior of the house the less likely it is he'll change his mind and they'll have to stay outside again, right? right. inside is much nicer than outside, anyways. it's hot outside in the dead of an exandrian summer, and even if the mountains provide some shade to hide in, it's never enough. by the time her dad has reached the house, vilya's already managed to clean up the dirt and sawdust from her hands and her clothes, perched half-way on the kitchen counter while she waits. " mom won't be mad that we didn't finish the stable, will she? " she asks as vax comes inside, hopping up to start getting all the stuff they need to make dinner. " not that i really wanna go back out there or anything like that, but just to make sure. "

[bloodymyhands]

the inside almost feels like a warehouse, with all of the boxes and barrels stacked up on each other. the guard by the door strides over, clearly distracted by vex, and he was able to take note of how many were left. three people, not including the guard -- mostly elves -- stand around, drinking ale and chatting idly. vax assumes this place had been emptied and is being used as storage now. staying crouched behind a box, he glances around, trying to find his things.

it takes him a few seconds, but finally he spots his target. up on a barely-standing able sat several bags, once of which is his. the others were stolen from other poor saps, he assumes.

with his target in sight, he grips his blade a little tighter, holding his arm close to his chest. crawling along the ground, he distantly hears the door open and vex chatting with the guard posted at the door. he keeps his ears trained on his sister's conversation, just in case it all goes wrong, as he silently makes his way to the table.

finally, finally, he reaches it. a few feet away, the other elves are still chatting and drinking the night away. he gently taps the ground, feeling around for something he could use, finally wrapping his hand around a slightly broken bottle. with a perfectly aimed toss, he captures the attention of the elves in a different direction, giving him ample opportunity to swipe his bag.

it's a split second decision to grab the other bags. if they're stolen from people like him, those people will probably need it.

fuck it.

silently cursing himself, he grabs all four bags and crawls his way out of sight. by the time the elves are no long distracted, he's already slipped up the roof again, and is making his way down. there's only seconds left now, seconds before they notice that everything is gone and they raise their suspicions to the stranger standing at the door. with ease, he slips off the roof and stands upright, tossing his bag over his shoulder.

sticking to the shadows, he makes his way down the street, until he's directly in vex's line of sight. still gripping the strangers' three bags, he makes a gesture at her to signify that he's all good and he can stop now. of course, now their second mission is to find the owner of the rest of the bags -- but he doesn't regret it.

This building was rather nice still for being one that was boarded up. Which honestly was a bit odd considering how it was a little bit out of the way. Those senses was telling Vex that they were doing something else. More and likely taking from innocent people that didn't do shit to them. She does note any exits in case as Vax is also examining.

While making notes about the exterior Vex is going over the poor damsel routine. Wouldn't want them to think otherwise. And the dagger hidden in her boot as well, something after a close call with her brother she kept, in cause he ever needed it as well. Vex's signature smile covers her lips hearing Vax saying it sounds like a plan. Always a blessing when your twin is ready to go with it, no questions asked either. Hazel eyes watch his blade as he's running through his fingers, knowing how many scars he has from it, and how many she's bandaged herself. Still a comfort watching Vax do that, nothing could take that away, not even their father.

"Hmm of course. We've got this brother." Knowing smile growing as she watches Vax for moment before Vex gets ready to make a good distraction. Swiftly Vex goes down to the door, some tears welling up in her eyes. Always good with any distraction. Or flirting if it came to that. She gives a hard knock against the door, make sure she can be heard as well.

Before Vex can say anything this beefy man, older but very fit man answers the door. Shiiit he's gonna possibly be a problem if we fuck up. Vax be so fucking quiet. Eyes spot several more men in the back, easily taken out, they looked like a bunch of thugs. " what do you want? this is private property!" His voice was gruff as he tried to push back Vex from the door.

"Oh darling, I do apologize." Vex's voice heavy on the darling, knowing how well it worked, especially when she emphasized the darling. Men well they mostly tended to not think with their head. Hand Gently is placed on his arm, giving a squeeze, solid muscle. " I've lost my in the forest. I always get so turned around in them. So big and confusing you know." That signature wink following as a soft smile present on her lips. Mr Guard gives a stumbling reply at Vex's actions. "um-- i'm not-- I mean, i understand what you mean. " Mr. guard states as he's clearing his throat. Got him!! Just have him show me a little and Vax should easily get out, no fight or anything

"Do you think you should me how to get out of here Darling? After that i won't be any bother. I promise and not a word breathed to anyone what i saw." Vex states while mr. guard steps off the porch to show Vex how to get out of here. Vex glances and grins seeing her brother making his way in.

"So you need to go through these trees to the north, be careful there are lots of damned spiders. I hate 'em. And then ya wanna go for about a mile and then you should find the main road again." Mr. guard states right as there's a loud crash coming from inside the building. "You'd better go check that, I wouldn't want you to be in trouble cause i asked you for help." Vex states, silently hoping that both Vax was out and that Trinket was close by.

[bloodymyhands]

vax crouches, watching the door as he listens to his sister's plan. together, they're a well oiled machine. he had no idea what he'd do without her. the plan seemed simple enough: vex distracts while vax sneaks in. glancing around, he examines the exterior of the building from where he's standing. eventually, his eyes settle on the roof, where a ceiling that's an odd mixture of glass and wood greets him. if he's careful, he should be able to lift the glass and jump in.

"sounds like a plan," he replies, pulling out his trusted blade and tossing it between his fingers. as a child, he'd nicked his fingers so much while learning the blade, that they were permanently scarred. he tilts his head, eyes settling back on the door. "i should be able to hop in through the roof. distract them if you can."

( with their luck, they'd have a full army inside. )

he doesn't bother with a goodbye, knowing that they would be reunited within mere moments, with a lopsided smile to his dear sister, he starts to make his way to the building, crawling along the wall at a slow speed. it's moments like this that he's grateful he's an excellent sneak. the absolute last thing he wants is to not have the element of surprise on his side. it's where he excels, after all.

the side of the building has multiple barrels and boxes. it only takes a few seconds for him to determine that they will hold his weight. he crawls up like a spider scaling walls, keeping an eye on his sister all the while, just in case it all goes wrong. he waits until he's secure on the roof before he pops the glass open and jumps in.

There's always something that's an instant soothing feeling when it's just her and Vax. As if no time passed & they're still playing by the forest and around the bog. They always got each other without needing any explanation. Vax's hugs still are always her favorite.

Hazel eyes turn towards her twin, a nod towards Vax as her own smile was present on her lips. She wasn't mad that he'd fallen asleep on watch, more so pissed that someone took Vax's things. There's a mental note to make sure he get's more sleep, to not let him put his wellbeing to the side, for her and Trinket. They were family yes, but she wouldn't ever forgive herself if he'd been hurt cause she missed something.

Vex gives a acknowledging hum at the words of not being hasty. Fingers were tracing up and down her bow, wanting to make sure these men knew better next time. they weren't easy targets. Tracking these men was easy, they never do think about covering tracks. Trinket found their scent, helping them both find the men.

Plan? Not so much. She wanted to go in and get back her brothers things. Rushing however did cause issues. Mistakes that would get them hurt. Vex glances back at Trinket who’s pacing the perimeter, making sure nothing can sneak up on his family. Gaze lands back on Vax and gives a soft nod to him.

“Hasty? Me? Never dear brother.” There’s a soft chuckle in her voice as her smiles growing on her lips. “Trinket’s got the perimeter. Thinking I could pretend I’m lost get that in, then you could sneak in and get your stuff. Maybe some extra.” Thoughtful hum cause Vex did want them to learn to not fuck with them. “If it goes sideways well, we know how to fuck shit up. & we got trinket as well.” vex gives vax a gentle shoulder bump, letting him lead the way down to the boarded up store.

“You thinking of another plan?” Vex whispered as she ready her bow, in case of them trying to sneak up on them.

[bloodymyhands]

vax is brought back to his childhood, when both he and vex were camping outside at night after they were on their own. a strange elf had offered them to stay at his cabin for a week if they helped repair his ship. vax had been a disaster then, and he's a disaster now -- but, in his opinion, these stupid moments are the sort of thing he'll treasure when vilya is older. he just wants to give her all the opportunities possible. even if this one is probably his worst idea yet.

he takes the hammer, securing a plank of wood in place. the loud sound bothers him, and suddenly he wishes to be curled up in front of a fire with a cup of tea. he glances at his daughter when she complains again, and a part of him is briefly annoyed, but it fades as soon as he sees her adorable, frustrated face.

with a chuckle, he lowers the hammer and stands up, looking at his weirdly slanted wooden planks. "tell you what," he begins, tossing the hammer up and catching it, glancing at vilya with a sly smile. "what do you say we make something we're both good at and work on dinner instead? we can try that recipe you've been talking with mom about." AND YES, he's good at cooking now, thank you very much! keyleth has been teaching him. sort of.

" are you sure we're cut out for this, dad? " for all her talk, vilya wasn't actually one to underestimate her father, even if he could be a bit much sometimes and make her wish she could be literally anywhere he was not. no, she normally actually quite enjoyed spending time with him when the opportunity arose - but not, it seemed, when they were tasked with building something together. the girl was almost certain she'd never been so incredulously annoyed in her entire life. " because, i personally think you've severely overestimated our abilities with wood and tools. " but, even still, she held out the hammer to him like he'd asked. vilya wasn't really doing much of the building part, to be honest - mostly, she was just handing her father stuff when he asked for it, or holding things in place so he could hammer it down. it was a slow process, and she kept glancing back towards the house like at any moment her mother would come outside and save her. except for the small fact of her mother wasn't even home. there'd been some tempest business of the other side of the village and she'd gone off to deal with it, leaving vax and vilya to trying to finish building. " can't we just wait for mom and she can, like, druidic magic it all together? that seems much easier - and safer - than what we're doing, to be honest. "