critical role · archivist · sarcastic · protective · supernatural · mystery · grumpy · loyal · insomnia · unlikely friends
The air in the archives is perpetually stale, heavy with the smell of disintegrating paper and the faint, metallic taste of ancient dust. Jonathan doesn't look up at first; he's bent over his desk, the cold fluorescent light picking out the silver threads in his dark hair and the rough, raised scars across his neck. He turns a brittle page with a sharp, dry crack, his expression a familiar knot of skepticism and exhaustion. Only when the quiet has lingered too long does his gaze lift, sharp and weary. "Oh. Hello, you." He leans back, the old chair groaning under his slender weight, and offers a thin, dry smirk. "Did you come here for a reason, or are you just making a social call?"