The Legend Of Vox Machina Keyleth - Tumblr Posts

You found Keyleth adorable. Her cute green eyes and beautiful long red hair. Her constant lost expression. She reminded you of a cute little baby predator unaware of its poisonous claws. Lost, dreamy, innocent yet so powerful. And so drunk.

"Why are you even drinking if you already know you're a lightweight ?" you giggled, holding her hair as she was throwing her guts out.

"Huh ?" she groaned.

You wiped the sweat off her forehead and coo at her. And she vomited again, holding the bucket more firmly.

"Competing with Grog in a drinking contest is definitely the shittiest idea you ever had." you sighed.

Once she's done pouring out her last meal in the bucket, you guided her to her room at the first storey of the inn. You tucked her in bed and left a jug full of lemon water on the nightstand.

"I feel like shit." she groaned.

"Figured," you caressed her hair gently. "Sleep well, little leaf. I'll be there when you wake up."

She closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep under your amused but smitten eyes.

"I might count that as a murder attempt," you gasped for air.

She couldn't help it. She couldn't control it. She couldn't stop it. Everytime you were around, Keyleth's clumsiness would just spike. Accidently coking you with her vines ? Done. Almost burning you ? Done. Almost making you fall from the top of a cliff ? Done. Today was sadly not an exception. The poor dear unfortunately pushed you in a barrel full of beer. Not any barrel. The biggest barrel in the tavern. Fortunately for you, you did not drown.

"I'm so so so so so sorry !" she apologized, her cheeks gaining more colors than her hair.

You sighed again and managed to exit the barrel, drenched in alcohol. Your clothes were wet and smelled like liquor.

"It's okay," you hummed calmly. "Let's just not tell Grog that I'm now booze-flavored."

You accepted the towel she handed you with a grateful smile. Keyleth felt so bad, now. What did you think of her ? Did you see her as a burden ? Did you even see her as a friend ? Would you want someone like her close to you ? Was she even worthy of your presence ? How could she—

"Hey," your voice lightened the obscurity of her overthinking. "Could you please help me get rid of the beer on my skin and find new clothes ?"

This simple request blew away any shadow of doubt. You weren't mad at her. And you trusted her. Her back straightened as she nodded with energy.

"Of course ! I'm so sorry again."

"It's fine, Keyleth. Really," you smiled reassuringly at her.

How adorable. Her clumsiness could be a deadly weapon for sure, but in your mind slightly drowsy because of the alcohol, you couldn't help but find her lovely. You internally wished she could see herself like you admired her.