#devi1lute

[bhaalswn-arch]

starter call / @devi1lute

"Okay, I have to ask, and if I don't ask, it is going to drive me up the fuckin' wall." You begin to say, a tankard in one hand; half-empty. "That or I'll never understand the mystery behind your name [ ... ] Why are you called Tavern?"

[ode-of-odr-archive]

// @devi1lute || Of Bards and Barbarians

The walls of the city were growing small again. Too much talking and interacting to last him for months. People were exhausting. It was not even their fault most the time. But the life he lived, he noticed much. The lilt in one's voice with getting nervous, the slight twitch of the upper lip.

Oh, and the noise, coupled with what he heard in his own mind, and Raserei felt like he was drowning in a cacophony of sound and it was maddening. And interacting, being civil he guessed, was hard. People wanted pleasantries though he did not know them.

Life in a city wore him out more than fighting a giant. Often he found the experience too stimulating and not in a way he would like. And to be honest the Siren's Song wasn't exactly the best place to be when one wanted to be alone, the place was crawling with nerdowells who wanted to fight, and workers looking to make coin off lonely men and women.

"Hey you're the tiefling that works here! How much?"

a voice jolted Raserei from his pint and he focused on the very drunk half-orc, from the looks, a pirate. Raserei sighed, "I do not work here." His words were tight and forced. He was not in the mood for drunken sailors.

[wolfkcst]

The world can’t handle king Eivor but @devi1lute’s Tavern can

[crimesought]

“Oh, fuck it.”

Send, "Oh, fuck it." for sender's muse to suddenly kiss receiver's! // @devi1lute

Ok he was a little surprised to hear Tavern say 'oh, fuck it' and yank him down to kiss him. He eagerly returned it, his hands resting on his waist to pull him closer. Pulling away just a touch to speak enough he stayed close to him.

"Want to keep kissing?"

[crimesought]

❝  hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?  ❞

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS // @devi1lute

Cassian had been watching all night enjoying how Tavern played their lute so perfectly. As Tavern finished his set, Cassian could hear remarks from some other patrons at the inn and they weren't to kind.

He was about to get up and deal with them when apparently his love noticed his demeanor and came over. The way he told him to look at him calmed him a little bit especially when he looked into his eyes.

"Some gentlemen over there were talking shit." He sad nodding his head over to the group. "I was about to handle it." By handle it he was going to over over and punch them in the face.

[crimesought]

(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ

collar him // @devi1lute

Cassian looked up at Tavern from where he sat. Helping him put the collar on him by moving his long hair for him. He purred as he moved to touch it. Just slightly adjusting it.

"How does it look?"

[crimesought]

❝  we belong to each other.   ❞

JEALOUS, FIERCELY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS // @devi1lute

Cassian purred at that statement. "Of course we do. I am all yours Tavern." He nuzzled into the other tiefling's neck letting his tail coil around the others.

[crimesought]

❣

Send me a ❣ and I'll gauge my character's attraction to yours at this point in time

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