let the day begin | closed

[aforethought]

WHO: Melys, Luwenna Coupe, Casimir Lyov + Atticus Vedici, Freddie Longlastname, Cosima Niehaus
WHAT: Catchall for closed prompts this month.
WHEN: Waves my hands about.
WHERE: Kirkwall.
NOTES: Will edit as appropriate.

Editing these in as I go. HMU on plurk if you want one. ♥

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[minrathousian]

Atticus's upper lip curls a fraction when Casimir extends the shackles out to him, but he dutifully steps forward and extends his wrists so that they may be refastened into place. He exhales with visible displeasure as the magic-muting runes take effect, dulling the edges of his senses in an altogether unpleasant way.

"'Interesting,'" he repeats, cuts his eyes towards Casimir, and gives him an unfriendly ghost of a smile. "I highly doubt it."

[aestivation]

He doesn't shrug, but the pasted-on smile at last slips from his lips, into boneless neutrality.

"You get used to that."

The guard's exit is unhurried, despite the best shepherding attempts of the guard. He shakes his head at the retreating back, shoots Atticus a look.

"Spooky fucks, all of you."