#scorto

[casaviroftyr]

@fenny58

The door to the Sunken Flagon opened and in strode Casavir in full armor - and towed along behind him by the scruff of his neck was Bishop, sporting a black eye. The ranger was glowering balefully, arms crossed as the heels of his boots dragged continually against the floorboards. There could have been nothing less than murder on his mind. Still, by all appearances, Casavir seemed to have won this exchange between the two of them.

It wasn’t long before the Tyrran spotted Scorto finishing up with a customer. Many sets of eyes followed along curiously as he hauled the ranger towards the drow. Moments later, Casavir whipped Bishop around to the front so he faced Scorto and stood him up straight, armored hands clasped firmly on his drooping shoulders. Bishop scowled at the world.

“Apologize to Scorto,” the paladin prompted sternly, looking down at the man with narrowed blue eyes.

“Sorry,” muttered the ranger. He didn’t look at Scorto.

“Louder, Bishop.”

“I’m sorry, okay?!” snapped Bishop through grit teeth, jerking himself out of the paladin’s grip violently. He glared over his shoulder at Casavir before returning his attention to Scorto.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry your feelings got hurt--” the sentence was interrupted by the paladin smacking him upside the head. Bishop, miraculously, did not retaliate. Instead, he lowered his head and closed his eyes for several moments and exhaled heavily through his nose. When they opened again, the intensity of hatred in his ash-rimmed eyes could have ignited a fire. “I’m sorry for mistreating you. And for being an asshole. There.”

[illindriel]

🌑 (Scorto)

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

Illindriel did not have much use for beds these days, although even after death he still retained a preference for reading while laying down. It was a habit, and although he was dead Illindriel would have no objection to comfort.

The moon elf laid frontside down on the mattress while propped up on his elbows. The graceful, gentle arch of his pale and tattooed back remained free from covers that lay messily draped over him from his hips downwards. His bare skin in the gloomy darkness made him appear as though he were a ghastly apparition in contrast.

Illindriel sensed Scorto as he entered the room but said nothing. It was not uncommon for the drow to visit him late at night. Slight movement beside him told the necromancer that Scorto was joining him upon the bed and Illindriel made no movement to stop him.

“Yes?” he flipped a page and turned his head to glance over at Scorto, eyebrow arched, for only a couple of seconds before returning to scan the tome. “I’m reading.”

[oocbishop]

Scorto smiled as he made his way to Bishop's room. Once there he put the plate of fresh cookies he'd made. Knocked on the door, and quickly disappeared down the hall. Going back to the kitchen he hopes Bishop will like the cookies. He'd made them special for him, it was more a spice then a sweet cookie... Hopefully they would help Bishop not feel as hungry as he seemed to always be... That was still worriing him.

Bishop’s door opened just enough to see the plate of cookies on the floor outside. He exhaled through his nose - he knew a trap when he saw one, and this looked too much like someone wanted him to take the bait. Scoffing, he closed the door, leaving the plate of cookies untouched.

[oocbishop]

🌑 (Scorto+cold outside the tavern)

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

Bishop snapped awake to the sensation of cold feet brushing up against his legs. When at last he focused, the sight that greeted him was Scorto’s shiny ruby eyes partially covered by snowy locks of hair. The ranger partially rose upwards to peer down at his nighttime visitor. “And what,” said Bishop groggily, “do you think you’re doing, eh?”

[oocbishop]

[casaviroftyr]

Scorto stopped to see Casavir sitting at a table, Casavir looked exalsted, Scorto looks down at the mushroom soup he had planned on eating but as he neared Casavir he heard Casavir stomach grow, Scorto moved to sit beside Casavir took a spoon full of soup, blow on it before putting it in front of Casavir's face. "Here little one, you need to eat, say ah" he coaxed. Trying to get Casavir to eat

Casavir leaned away somewhat, surprised to see a spoon coming into his field of vision. Scorto, on the other end of it, nudged the spoonful of soup at him. Absently, he waved his hand to decline the offering. “It is very kind of you, but I am fasting.”