@tavernelf
“ Why do you keep looking at me as though you’ve seen a ghost ? Is something troubling you , my friend ? ”
// cb + specify
/ pushes you over .
“ so ? honest thoughts on that performance ? ”
@tavernelf “ really ? even if the performance was gods-awful ? including if my voice was the slightest bit out of key ? ” he joked , knowing full well that cedric wasn’t the type . nor would ozias bring serious amounts of trouble , which included terrible music . “ ha , i just like hearing you say it is all . really BOOSTS my moral and all . ”
@taverntunes ( ☆ ) . `` bad performances hardly get someone kicked out of my tavern . you would've only gotten kicked out if you truly deserved it . `` he huffs out , facing the the bard fully now . `` it was wonderful . like always . but you already knew that . ``
@tavernelf that made the bard arch a brow , ‘i suppose’ ? surely his musical talent was better than that . “ you ‘suppose’ , huh ? ” ozias hummed , warm brown eyes unable to look away . “ i KNOW it’s good . or else you would’ve kicked me out long ago . ”
☆. I NEVER KNEW ANOTHER WAY OF LIFE ...
cedric blackwood ; anon by marc
tied with caesar
☆. YOU'LL NEVER FILL YOUR CUP ...
☆. after his father's passing, he eventually expanded on the tavern and it also runs as inn for people to stay at and rest.
☆. you'll rarely catch him away from the tavern. the only times he leaves is when needing certain supplies.
☆. he keeps a “secret shelf” of stronger drinks for trusted regulars or special occasions.
☆. cedric keeps his mother’s pendant around his neck under his shirt at all times.
☆. he has recurring dreams of forests he’s never seen and voices speaking in a language he somehow understands.
☆. there's a cat in the tavern that he feeds. he had tried to put it back outside few times , but it always ends up back inside so he just lets it stay. it makes a good companion.
☆. he may be a gentle soul and doesn't appreciate violence, but he does know how to fight. he knows how to handle daggers as well.
Cedric is warmth made human—or at least that’s how most people know him. He’s easy to approach, carrying a natural kindness that feels effortless. The kind of man who remembers your name after one meeting, your favorite drink after two, and what troubles you by the third. His tavern is his domain, and within it, Cedric is a steady presence: patient, level-headed, and impossible to rattle.
He has a gift for making people feel safe. Whether it’s with a soft smile, a quiet joke, or simply listening without interruption, Cedric has a way of drawing people in. Travelers trust him quickly, regulars confide in him often, and even those with ill intentions usually find themselves lowering their guard around him. He gives advice freely—not because he thinks he knows best, but because he’s spent his life watching people. Learning them. He isn't one to judge.
To Cedric, everyone carries something heavy, and he treats that weight with care. He’s the first to offer a warm meal to someone down on their luck, the first to break up a fight without throwing a punch, and the last person to abandon someone in need. He believes people deserve second chances, maybe because he’s spent so much of his life wishing he could have one himself.
Cedric is deeply private. He keeps his own burdens tucked away behind practiced smiles and folded hands. He hates being vulnerable, not because he sees it as weakness, but because vulnerability feels dangerous. Especially with the truth of what he is. Being half-elf has taught him caution, patience, and the art of blending in. He’s always measuring his words, always aware of how much of himself he’s revealing. That hidden tension makes him more guarded than people realize.
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“Hey-..you sure your doing okay?”
“Is it just me or does it feel like something bad is gonna happen like…real soon.”
/ just before weirdmageddon happened :0
“Oh heya Luke! Watcha doin?”
“What are you doing?..”
“Ooh~ so your a vampire as well, huh? That’s pretty cool.”