#cg!vox

[angelicribbons]

OOO! Vox would totally use hypnosis on reader to make us regress when we're being stubborn. Just "Okay, no more big girl time. You're my little baby doll now." Then when we're in babyspace, he'd totally pretend we did it willingly, condescending baby talk and all. (I'm a sucker for forced regression, I'm sorry if you're not comfortable with it).

I’m gonna be honest, there’s nothing I can name (off the top of my head) that I’m not comfortable with. I will tell you if I am always!! This sounds adorable and I’m all for it<33

(I’m saying this is the same reader from the one where they accidentally regressed, so it’s a similar scene)

It was getting ridiculous. You repressed your regression too often. And the problem was that Vox could so tell when you wanted to slip! Just a bit of hypnosis wouldn’t hurt. You’d be fine. Probably better, honestly! Vox walked into the shared bedroom like normal, relaxed to see you in your daily nightly routine, reading a book. Recently, your shoulders have been more tensed up all day. And tonight was no different. He climbed into bed with you. You didn’t even spare him one glance. Yeah, that was unusual, you so needed to wind down. Vox grabbed your chin and turned it to him. “Wh-“ You started, but was promptly shut up by his lips crashing onto yours. You sighed. This was pretty nice. You wouldn’t object to a kiss. He pulled away and spirals formed in his left eye, making you stop and pause. “There you go, little one.. watch the pretty spirals. Don’t those make you feel nice and small? A sweet little baby like you shouldn’t be so big right now.. don’t you wanna be daddy’s little baby for tonight?” You felt soft.. mushy..mph..words…..were getting.. hard. so were… thoughts.. mnghh…..daddy.. “Mnh..” You stumbled out, earning Vox’s chuckle. “There we go… my little baby doll. Good. Cmere, aren’t thoughts getting too hard..? Let daddy think for you. And I think, my little doll should get their warm bottle before bed.. yeah?” Vox picked you up and peppered your pretty thoughtless little face with gentle kisses. “Good baby doll.”

I love writing hypnosis<3

[yourlocalmoon]

Caregiver Vox Moodboard !!

Encourages you to use electronics as much as he can, but only because it's where he can supervise you the most. Purposefully gets rid of bad channels or unchild friendly things, Will stop his evil monologue to tuck you into bed.

[tiniesttelevisions]

Mmamommmpppll

Mwaahmwahmwnwhh pphh

Luvs

Lubwjw

Lubw fur dadw

Mwah

'Aw, love you too hun ^_^'

[babeypuppy]

caregiver!vox moodboard :3

sfw interaction only !

[littlebouncybunnie]

can someone draw a picture or a comic of CG!Vox singing 'She's just a ragdolly,' from Raggedy Anne to Little!Velvette

If anyone draws this, please tag me, so I can see

since Velvette is supposed to be a doll I think

"She's just a rag dolly, happy and smiling away

a lovely rag dolly, wishin your worries away

and I get so jolly, knowing it's funny but true

a little rag dolly, sweet as can be, could be friends with a dolly like you."

Now some headcanons

- I think Little!Velvette either has her hair down or constantly up in pig-tails

- She likes to be carried on someone's hip, always present and included

- She wears doll-like princess dresses and is definitely a bossy little, constantly having to be reminded to say please and thank you

- Little!Velvette dresses in a sort of cutesy gothic style, almost like a Monster High vibe, if you get what I mean?

- she whines and tends to throw tantrums, but it's less 'I didnt get what I wanted,' and more 'how much will they put up with me before they snap?'

- Luckily Vox is great with Little!Velvette and is incredibly patient with her, always there to reassure her that they're not gonna leave her alone

- Multiple times Velvette has torn a stuffie apart, and brought it to Vox crying, but luckily he sews them back up perfectly each time

- She designs outfits for her stuffies and dolls, and Vox helps create them

- Loves dress-up but takes forever deciding which dress she's gonna wear

-- She makes Vox dress up with her

- Tea parties

- Probably lots of strawberries and strawberry flavored snacks

-- Strawberry shortcake, strawberry milk, etc.

[theconstellationprincess]

Hey, i know you made this post a long while ago [Jan 4th so you can know which one I'm talking about] but are you still taking requests for the "send me a blorbo and a number from 1-50"? Maybe vox and 27? [Or any song you'd like]

Hi hi! Yes! #27 -> look who’s inside again by Bo Burnham

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Vox paced in his office, watching on his cameras as Valentino slowly left Vox’s apartment. The other two had joined him in his apartment the previous night after Velvette had regressed and needed to be watched. Vox had left early for work, but Val and Velvette were taking their time leaving.

He fiddled with his coffee cup as Val entered the elevator, waiting for the doors to close before his shoulders dropped and he quickly made his way to his apartment himself, making use of his cameras as transport.

He collapsed against his door, fans whirring noisily as he sloppily locked his door. It was quiet, apart from his fans. He’d felt the ever encroaching fuzz for a couple of days now, but the time had never been right. He felt frustrated tears well up in his eyes but he blinked them away, instead stumbling further into his apartment and toward his bedroom.

With shaking hands, he pulled out the pathetic little box that held his minuscule regression gear. While he was happy to spoil and indulge both Valentino and Velvette with whatever they wanted, especially when small, he hated the idea of… giving into this side of himself. So he has the necessities for his general age range and that’s it; pacifier, a stuff shark, and pull-ups. The package of diapers was unopened, he’d learned that he would honestly rather have an accident than face the possibility of someone seeing him wearing a diaper.

Of course, he didn’t let his littles get away with this, after all no kid wants to deal with needing to get cleaned up or the embarrassment of having an accident that everyone can see. He makes sure that, when necessary, padding is used. But! Luckily for him, he didn’t have a caregiver. In fact, no one knew he regressed at all! So. There’s that. No one in charge of him, he can do whatever he wants, in the confines of his bedroom where he locks himself in when he regresses.

Vox changed out of his work clothes into something more comfortable, and black (just in case), before flicking the lock on his door shut and setting a 1 hour timer. He had stuff to do, no time for a proper regression, but enough that he can shove some of that stupid fuzziness back where it came from.

Vox flopped onto his bed, grabbing his pacifier and shoving it into his mouth eagerly. He grabbed his shark as well, cuddling it close to his chest. He was booored. Wide, curious eyes danced around the room until they settled on the door, which was making an odd sound.

“Vox!” Shouted the door in… was that Velvette’s voice? Did his door eat his friend? Vox stared at the door, shaking slightly. The door wobbled a bit and made a banging sound. Vox quietly played the sound back, trying to remember what it was. Knocking! That makes much more sense, his door didn’t eat Velvette, she was knocking and shouting outside of the door.

Oh. That’s not ideal.

“Vox!” She shouted again, “Listen, Val messed up a camera or something and he’s pretty upset, like, emotionally. It’s weird. Come fix it!” Vox swallowed, squirming unhappily. He eyed the timer. 50 minutes remained. He wasn’t supposed to leave the bedroom when he was small… but Val was sad! And, it’s not like he had a caregiver to enforce any rules, so…

“Val?” Vox asked, pointing at the phone. “Th-sad?” Velvette stared at him, confused. Vox tried to rennet what he was supposed to do if anyone ever found him when he was small. He was supposed to call Velvette, but she was already there, so now what? “Th-mall.” Vox said, pointing at himself, frowning as he lisped.

“I gathered,” Velvette said dryly. Vox hunched I’m on himself a bit, taking a few stumbling steps back until he was passed the boundary of the door and back into the bedroom. He shouldn’t have left. Vox made a high pitched whirring noise, fans clicking on again. Velvette was not happy. He could hear noises far away, the closer, and then Val was there. He was very tall when Vox was wearing no shoes. Vox hid behind his door, only peaking out slightly.

This did nothing to help when Val just waltzed into his bedroom, stretching out onto Vox’s bed without a care. He tossed Vox his shark stuffy. Vox scrambled forward to catch it, and then Val reached out and grabbed the corner of his screen.

“Hey Voxxy,” Valentino purred softly, “you really are small, aren’t you?” Vox nodded, pointing at his timer. Velvette spoke up from behind him.

“He has a lisp,” she informed Valentino, much to Vox’s embarrassment. He frowned at her, but got distracted by his timer. It was halfway done. Vox whined softly, he hated the timer! Valentino and Velvette were talking, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. He began to cry, feedback and static echoing into the room momentarily before he was able to mute himself.

The two others turned to look at him, but their faces were blurry. Vox whined silently, reaching out towards them because he hated being alone, and he was always alone and it was no fun.

Things were blurry from there, but as he had trained himself too, Vox dropped back out of headspace when the timer went off. It was disorienting and sometimes painful, but it worked as an off switch so he used it. He blinked a few times. He was on the couch, and his apartment was a disaster. Velvette and Valentino were cuddling him on either side of him, and they looked like disasters too. Exhausted and, to Vox’s embarrassment, clearly bruised and bitten. How much havoc had he wrecked in 30 minutes?

He slowly extracted himself from this embrace, because he had set that timer for a reason, and stretched. He felt far better than he had after regressing since… well a while. Vox yawned as he got himself ready for the rest of the day, jealously eyeing his two compassions as they snoozed on the couch. Perhaps, he need not isolate himself every time he’s small.

[ember-owlet]

cg! percy & vex'ahlia requested by the ever adorable @thetinyblossom, i hope these can give you some comfort sweetpea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[madam-o]

Is there anything more visually hilarious than side-view Vox? Cause I can't think of one.

[angelicribbons]

Do you have any headcanons for Vox and Alastor with a fussy baby regressor?

Yesss!!

Vox and Alastor with a fussy baby regressor

Vox

While he does thinks your little tantrums are cute, you won’t be getting anything out of them. He’s dealt with the Vees much too long for that.

He’ll get you a distraction, instead. Although he will probably put you down for a nap once you get more settled. “Hey hey hey- shhh.. let’s let those tears rest for a sec, doll. Shhh…. Do you want your paci? Open your mouth, baby. Good.”

Although he won’t give you exactly what you want, he is a sucker for you, and a pretty easily annoyed one too, so would sometimes offer you candy just to stop crying for a little while. “fucking hell.. okay, little spark? Just- hush for dada right now, i cannot work with this fucking headache you’re giving me…come here, love. Do you want the lollipop? Mhm? Then be quiet. At least for a moment.” He’s not always the best at comfort.. but he’ll try for you.

If you’re whining about something you want, he’s not sure what to do and usually just picks you up and cradles you until you’re too sleepy to fuss. He doesn’t want to keep encouraging you to cry more with sweets, that was a last resort because he was fed up.

Sometimes if it’s really bad, he’ll try to have you asleep almost all day. He’s.. still working through your attitude. He’s slowly found out then when he does, you just get sleepier and more whiny each time you wake up. He eventually just makes you a bottle, and feeds you while your favorite show is playing. “Come here, sweetheart. I set out your toys up here and your favorite little animal friends. Let’s just, rest, please, pup?” (pup as in baby shark)

You’re both still learning together, and he’s trying his best for you. (He dealing with a difficult little one kinda reminds me of the Steven universe song “I could never be ready”)

Alastor

Alastor does find the antics of a whiny little one amusing at first, ..until you start crying. He doesn’t immediately baby you, in case you’re overreacting but he is worried. “Oh, darling.. come here. Do you need to cry?” He lets you fuss a bit, curled up on his chest. Although he is a little bothered by his suit being wet, it’s alright, you’re worth some damp clothes. “Look at me, my fussy fawn. Let’s see that pretty smile! You know that you’re never fully dressed without one, little love.”

You usually come on his strolls when he wants to show off a bit, but now you’re coming since he feels like a breath of fresh air might calm you a little. He tried the stroller, but you clearly squirmed a lot in there, so he just opted to carry you.

“Dearie, you know there is only so much I’ll give you when you pout like that.” Alastor had replied when you squirmed in his arms and pointed frustratedly to a store. He kissed your cheek and patted your head. “I’ve told you. That store isn’t safe for little ones like you. If you want to shop, we’ll have to get out of cannibal town, my fussy fawn.”

If things get bad, he sets up what he calls ‘the comfort corner’ Similar to Vox’s last approach. He softly sets you on his shoulders as he makes your bottle, and puts a couple of your favorite activities on his bed. He puts your favorite stuffies on his bed as well, accompanied by your pacifier. “There, my little deer. Your own play place.” He said as he turned on the radio. He gently sat on the bed and just watched you play.

I wouldn’t call Alastor the best at taking care of little ones, he’s still learning to not encourage when you get into some trouble and hold in his laughs. But he certainly knows how to soothe you.

Hope you liked this!! Vox’s was frustrating for me to write but that’s just personally how i feel like he’d deal with kiddos like that. Not well, basically. Alastor just doesn’t get mad as easily, I think that’s where they differ.

[fandom-nursery]

Hi I just saw that u like vox machina :] I loveeee VM

What r your personal hcs? :0 /nf

- @/thetinyblossom 🌸

I have a lot! (please keep in mind I have only seen the show so this may not perfectly fit with the actual campagne)

Percy 

Big age range. Regresses between ages 2-9

Starts regressing after the Briarwoods are dead and his revenge is over he since he no longer has revenge to focus on and finally feels safe enough and trusts his friends enough to be little around them  

Struggles to control his facial; expressions when small. Everyone can always tell what little percy is feeling 

He is usually very talkative while little however he struggles to pronounce larger words 

He’s a pretty happy little full of all the curiosity and childlike wonder he had as a kid 

He loves to play adventurers or detectives while little. He enjoys running around the woods with a magnifying glass and studding the bugs. He keeps a “field journal” while little where he catalogs cool things he finds complete with drawings. He also loves to read or if he's feeling particularly young, be read to 

He has a particular book of stories that his parents used to read him when he was little. He found a copy one day while big and purchased it on a whim. If he’s ever feeling bad while little the book is a sure fire way to comfort him 

He prefers to change into more plain and durable clothing when he regresses. He doesn't want to ruin or mess up any of his fancy clothing so he makes sure to have at least once clean set of “play clothes” he can use 

All of vox machina know about his regression. The twins found out first and from there so did everyone else. 

Vox machina typically take turns watching him or babysitting when he’s in a younger headspace. The twins in particular tend to watch over him the most 

Scanlan 

Regresses the youngest of anyone in the group and us never older than 2

He also regresses the least out of any of the team's littles. He really tries to avoid doing it at all costs 

He is very good at noticing the signs that he’s about to slip into headspace and usually either finds a hidden place away from everyone or pushes it down 

He is terrified of being teased about his regression by anyone which makes it a sensitive subject for him. 

Because he regresses so little he has a hard time even walking on his own and prefers to be carried. He won't admit it but he loves being picked up and carried even while big

When little he's very openly emotional. He isn’t able to repress his emotions or play them off with jokes while regressed so they end up coming out at full tilt 

He mostly babbles or goes completely nonverbal while regressed however there are a few words he can pretty reliably say including mommy. The fact that it’s one of the words he can always say when little is the main reason it’s his safeword. Regression absolutely means he needs to be able to get out of any sexual encounters he may have been in the middle of. 

He hums almost constantly as a way of self soothing and just because he really does love music 

This man will happily fall asleep at any time. Because regressing tends to be such an emotional experience for him he gets drained easily 

Does not have a paci but really should. Currently resorts to chewing or sucking on his fingers most of the time 

Vex

Regresses between ages 4-6

Usually regresses voluntarily although she sometimes needs some prompting (usually from Vax) to actually do it when she needs to 

She is incredibly expressive and prone to very big emotions that she doesn’t have much of a handle on. While little Vex feels things at 100% wether that's joy, sadness, anger, or fear 

Her accent becomes stronger while regressed and she gets a bit of a lisp while speaking. She also tends to struggle with her volume control and is either mumbling or borderline shouting

She really loves magic while regressed. Something about the shiny lights and sparkles really entertains her. She also loves spending time with Trinket. She is also very dead set on doing everyones hair while little. It’s not uncommon to see almost the entire party sporting braids, ribbons and flower crowns after vex has gotten ahold of them. She is also a bit of a prankster and especially loves to pull them on Vax and Grog because they have the best reactions (Vax’s are usually fake but Grogs are very real) 

Vax bought her a stuffed bear that she calls mini trinket and Percy regularly gifts her little inventions he’s made for her to fiddle with

When Vax can’t be there with her while shes small he leaves one of his cloaks behind with her so she has something of him to hold onto until he gets back 

Vax has always taken care of her when he can and once the others know vox machina does their best to help her out and watch over her while shes regressed 

Vax 

Regresses between ages 3-8

Regresses less often than he should. He feels the need to always be available to watch over and protect Vex so he doesn’t let himself be small as much as he really needs to 

He finds himself slipping quickly and without warning into headspace especially when his separation anxiety kicks in. He has a few methods of pulling himself out of headspace though so he can usually stay big during emergencies 

He’s a very calm and quiet little. He relaxes and follows others (usually Vex) around like a lost little duckling 

He’s a very sleepy guy while small and if he feels safe and is around the people who care about him he will pass out wherever and become very cranky if he’s woken up 

Loves to play elaborate pretend games and gets annoyed when Vex doesn't want to play along. He’s usually pretty much happy to do whatever Vex is doing. He also loves to climb up big rocks and trees and then jump off or out of them which gives everyone else a heart attack 

He will spill his drinks if they aren't put in a bottle 

When she's not also regressed Vex is his caregiver but he is also taken care of by the rest of vox machina 

Keyleth 

Regresses between ages 2-6

She is a voluntary regressor and does as a way to cope and help her relax and calm her anxiety 

She tends to ramble while small about anything and everything that’s on her mind or go totally silent with no in between. She knows a little bit of sign language that she will occasionally use if she doesn't feel like speaking 

She’s a social napper and will only really take one if others are regressed with her and also being put down for a nap 

She loves making flower crowns and playing outside in the sun. She also really loves animals and if you put a creature in her lap she will sit with it for hours 

She loves fruits and berries and her fingers and mouth are almost always stained with juice 

She has a lot of toys because she keeps buying them while big. She's very good at sharing them with the others 

She does have a paci and will occasionally use one on days she isn’t talking or when she starts biting at her nails 

Grog 

Older kiddo. Regresses between ages 7-12

He has sort of a hard time noticing when he’s feeling little and usually it takes someone else pointing it out to him for him to realize he is small 

What little volume control he has goes out the window 

Very much plays a big brother role to the other littles in the group. He’s very protective of his friends. Pike has caught him attempting to beat up multiple rocks and logs because they “tripped his friends” 

He loves asking pike questions when small and will not be stopped from throwing rocks into water or off of cliffs to see what happens. If he’s not currently by a cliff or body of water he will pick up good throwing rocks to save for later 

Pike

Caregiver all the way 

The only one Scanlan tells about his regression first 

Hates being separated or splitting the party because she wants to be able to keep watch over everyone 

Very good at calming down upset littles 

She is very lenient when it comes to rules and tends not to be too strict 

Very good storyteller 

[tiniesttelevisions]

*bites you* >:)

Ow! That was mean, you little nibbler. Why'd you bite me? D:

[a-side-of-agere]

Vox Akuma Caregiver Moodboard!

(inspired by his sleep ASMR, which you can check out here if you would like!)

First moodboard I've ever done before waow. You can probably tell that this is very bedtime/sleepy time related.

I feel that I am somewhat picky usually in terms of ASMR but oh my goodness that Vox sleep ASMR? So so great. Idk if its cause I myself regress but like man. The babying in the ASMR wasn't a joke and actually makes me feel so small and fuzzy.

Like??? The soft shushes, the quiet whispers and reassurances. How he would always affirm how small and tiny we were, how we were a baby/his baby and that it was okay to be. How he would always talk about us in his arms, resting our head on his chest. How he would say that it was okay to cry and to for once not think and just relax and be baby.

When he would say things too like "It is tiring having to act big, isn't it?" and "You don't need to act big, you can let yourself be small here." Like once again like I said maybe it's just me being me (an age regressor) but all of it just makes me feel.... y'know. Anyways 10/10 would recommend very good stuff.

[shark-byte-vox]

I meant out of your viewers, obviously. - CG

Oh.

You still hate me though so i don't see why you specifying mattered.

[wolf-pup-eddie]

Shxtou wud mak a goo bii bro :3c Voxxy an Uwuki wud mak tha bes papa an mama :3c

[https-lawrenceslittleone]

HIIII, it’s so good to see people writing agere for hazbin hotel and helluva boss :3 could I request some headcanons of cg!Alastor or Vox (either idm you pick!!) and a regressor with an oral fixation, (chewing on things all the time like their paci’s, teething toys, stuffies, their arms or even their caregiver themself) thank you!! - 🪲

CG!Vox w/ a Little Who Has an Oral Fixation!

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST OMG!!! Also the little will be leaning more towards a baby regressor for this :P

Vox doesn’t mind your little…habits.

Mostly.

He doesn’t mind when you start chewing on inanimate objects. He’ll just take whatever it is out of your mouth and pop your paci or a lollipop in your mouth for you.

He does mind, however, when you start biting him.

Sometimes you’ll just walk up to him, gently grab his arm, pull it towards you, and just…bite him. Hard.

He yelps, pulls his arm away, and then scolds you.

Then you get all teary eyed and start whining and he feels bad so he apologizes and puts your paci in your mouth for you. ❤️

He gets you teethers if you need something to bite so you don’t bite him.

He honestly finds it really cute, especially when you’re super deep in baby space and just start babbling and making grabby hands at him and trying to signal that you want your pacifier.

Whenever he catches you putting stuff in your mouth, he silently takes it out and either gives you your paci or his thumb.

[ember-owlet]

Hi Ember!!! Could I please have a small fic of Percival de Rolo taking care of a regressor Vex’ahlia? (I hc her having a wide age range 6-12, sometimes 2-4, so pick what age u think it fits!)

Tysm!!!

-Blossom 🌸

art credit : @/vespervines 🧵

a/n : absolutely!! thank you for waiting for me to fill this request hun, i know its been hard to find critical role agere content so i hope this can serve as a comfort to you and i hope i did your mama & papa justice ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

dynamic: cg! percy de rolo x regressor! vex'halia

content warnings: vague mentions of traumatic history with arrows, descriptions of physical injury with a magic arrow (that is quickly healed), vague descriptions of gun violence against NPCs, and descriptions of a panic attack that leads to character vent regressing.

((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

Percy could hear her cries before he saw it. The unmistakable pitch of arrows whirring through the air and the sound of the tip embedding itself into supple flesh.

--- It was a simple mission. Well, it should have been. Get in, take the loot, and get out. The dignified gunslinger cringed at the numerous alternative routes that could've been solved diplomatically. But when running with a rather... eccentric group like Vox Machina, you could kiss those hopes goodbye.

"I can handle myself, darling," Vex assured with an amorous wink, leaping over the fragmented table into the heat of battle.

The arrowhead whipped past Percy; grasping his glasses he could make out the quivers that lodged into the splintered wood, followed by Grog's signature hearty laugh. Percy couldn't help rolling his eyes, yet discarding the immediate thought in place of scouting his surroundings. A few rogues were scattered aimlessly across the tavern's enviornment, their scrappy hoods dimly lit by the orange glow of the overhead chandelier. Vox Machina had already taken their place in the scuffle, too caught up in the fun to notice who they left behind. Percy leaned his body against the underside of the table, the barrel of his pistol resting against the bridge of his nose and forehead. He inhaled its sharp metallic scent and his shoulders relaxed at the feeling of the grip that fit perfectly inside the crook of his hand. Just three well-placed shots, and this mission can be done with. Percy froze to the resounding force of Vex'halia's cry, his head whirling in her direction. Her body crumpled to the floor, and she called her brother's name with an anguished screech. Gargled phrases unwound from her blood-stained lips. Vex could feel her lungs burn with each exhale, and she clawed at her throat for breath.

There were very few ways that Percival de Rolo could shed his gentleman's demeanor. He was a mental fortress, priding himself for his level-headedness despite the most dire circumstances. But today, the helplessness within Vex's cries had unraveled it without a second thought, and the bird-like mask was set to disguise the gunslinger's snarling grimace.

"You will tell me what you've done to her." Percy shot through the opposing group indiscriminately, each burst of shrapnel sparking bursts of light that contrasted the dense pitch-black smoke. --- Pike released the spellcasting symbol with a sigh of relief in a mutter of thanks to her goddess. "Thank the Everlight you're okay Vex, I thought we'd lost you." The frost-haired gnome assisted her companion to an upright resting position in the cozy confines of the ranger's bed. Pike's eyes scanned for any negative effects of the spell. "I've been through worse, dear." Vex would jest, yet, she remained grateful to the cleric for each breath that filled her lungs. "Though, I'd love to get some rest and forget about the whole ordeal."

Immediately, Vex'ahlia was bombarded with the overwhelming weight and size of an armored brown bear that collided with her chest. Trinket, her loyal companion, nudged his snout into the soft flesh of his owner's face and aggressively lapped at her tear-stained cheeks. "I missed you too, darling."

Pike excused herself from the room, promptly ordering Vex to remain in bed to which the half-elf would return a reassuring nod. Despite his owner's poised and confident demeanor, Trinket could feel the rapid beating of the ranger's heart and the sweat of her palms as they combed at an irregular pace through his thick coat.

Vex was no stranger to the feelings of nervousness and overall anxiety, but this was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was hiding in the darkest corners of her room, waiting to pounce at her without a moment's notice. Someone was going to get her.

The walls of the room began to close in around her, blood pounding in her ears. Her heart beat so loudly that she couldn't stop her hands from shaking. She fumbled out of bed, tumbling to the floor with Trinket grunting and groaning at her every move. She wanted- no, needed to get out of there. Breathing was hard now. So very hard. She could feel her knees being brought up to her chest, wrapping her trembling arms around with as much strength as she could muster. Percy? Where is he? He's not here, he left. Vax? Where is Vax'ildan? No, he's gone as well.

"...Mother?" Vex'ahlia whined after a long-forgotten title that would never come to her aid. Vex repeated the phrase endlessly, each attempt more strenuous than the next to remain coherent. "Mama! Mama, please... come back. I need you." Choking on the air around her was the feeling she hated the most when she cried. And, through murky eyes, the room had felt enormous around her shaking frame, the walls looming over her. "...Vex'ahlia? Are you alright?" Percival's voice echoed through the darkness, blanketing the terrified woman before him. He had found her curled in a tight ball sobbing into the floorboard, and his body moved without another thought to be next to her side.

Vex yelped, quickly grasping her bow, with the intensity of her breathing evident as heavy gasps replaced the beat of each phrase. She didn't want him here. She didn't want him to see her like this. So.. weak. "Just- leave me alone, Percy. I don't know what's going on."

"I'm not going anywhere," Percy shook his head, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Look, you’re shaking." he dropped to a knee to take her hand in his, the rough texture of his leather gloves helped to bring her senses to the present. The only thing that Vex could see was icy silver staring deep into her haunted gaze. "I promise you're safe here to rest your mind. Trinket and I are the only ones in the room." Vex could feel the intensity of his grip as he held her, as if at that moment nothing in the world could ever give him reason to let go.

"Relax, my love. I'm here, and I'll be taking care of you," He pulled his body closer to hers, enough to feel the graze of her breath against his cheek. "Take slow, deep breaths. No one will ever hurt you here. Everything is okay. You can let go." His encouragement alone had been the trigger that eased Vex into releasing her inhibitions. The large room around her dissolved, bit by bit, of its intimidating structure. To the young half-elf, her surroundings melded into a barrier, shielding her from the dangerous world beyond in the security of his arms. Tears littered Percy's coat with brief apologies for her current state. Her pleas were met with hushed words of reassurance and soft, gentle touches against her cheek that were followed by light brushing motions through her hair. "You were so brave today, you know that? You were just amazing, and I'm so proud of you." Percy wiped each tear that fell from the ends of her eyes, his gaze softening. Vex would not respond, only nuzzling closer into his chest to feel his heartbeat. "It's alright. Just nod yes or no, you don't need to speak."

Nodding, Vex squeezed his hand tighter, allowing her trust in him to overcome her need to perform. Percy traced his fingers down the bridge of her nose, tapping it lightly with a soft blow of air to her tired eyes. "Your heart is pounding through your chest. Close your eyes and just focus on me, alright?" She would follow his direction, shutting her eyes to feel the sensations of his touch.

Percy sunk himself further into the pillows with a yawn, a satisfied grin crept at the edges of his lips at her tranquil expression. "Try to rest. You’re safe, and I'll be here for as long as you require."

Vexh'alia could feel herself shrink and shrink and shrink until she was entranced in the moment. She yawned, curling into Percy's frame as Trinket lay still on the floor beside them. Despite her initial resentment of this feeling, it was soft, and she was safe. She didn't need to be strong, she just needed to be whatever she was now. And, as long as Percy didn't condemn her for holding onto this feeling for a few moments more, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.