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faderift2018-01-03 12:18 am
altusimperius) wrote in faderift2018-01-03 12:18 am
[open] tiptoe through the window
WHO: Benedict and yoooou
WHAT: though still very much under supervision, Bene is out of confinement and Ready To Party
WHEN: Wintermarch
WHERE: The Gallows mostly
NOTES: Always assume there's a Templar nearby. If you're the Templar, that should be easy
WHAT: though still very much under supervision, Bene is out of confinement and Ready To Party
WHEN: Wintermarch
WHERE: The Gallows mostly
NOTES: Always assume there's a Templar nearby. If you're the Templar, that should be easy
I. Out and About
If one didn't know Benedict is a prisoner, and if he weren't dressed in the plain garb of an Inquisition Nobody, one might think he's a visiting prince. Which... in a sense he is, though the visit is somewhat less on his terms and is still essentially captivity.
However, he is now allowed outside, able to walk around and do things and look at people, often with the kind of scrutinizing gaze one might expect from a duchess eyeing a lizard on the ground. He's not here to make friends, he's here to be Kirkwall's Next Top Model.
Or to just. ....wait things out. Whatever the case, he's in transit and acting very needlessly fancy about it.
II. The Library
He tried to continue his Boredom Strike within the quarters assigned to him by the Inquisition, but Benedict did, after some weeks, eventually cave. He's back to researching rifts and Old Gods and all that witch hunty rubbish that the south seems so keen on ascribing to Tevinter, half the time just making up nonsense to put in his notes in the off-chance anyone is actually paying attention. In these moments he looks less like a stuck-up princeling and more like a petulant schoolboy, doodling on his parchment and doing just about everything in his power to ensure nobody thinks they're the boss of him.
III. Wildcard
Dare ye visit his chambers in the old Templar tower? Catch him dining with the unwashed masses or encountering snow, which has become his newest mortal enemy? (Hit me up if you want a specific prompt.)
wildcard!!
Kind of like Benedict.
Whether he's paying attention to his surroundings or not, Kit doesn't much disguise his approach towards Benedict's table. Nor does he made a show about sliding into the seat across from him with his cigarette, a bowl of hot winter stew, and a mug of ale to wash it all down with. But there's no lazy smile or relaxed greeting to go along with his arrival either, likely because in the intervening days since their last conversation, he's kept his distance.
(To be fair, most of it wasn't personal. Kit's life is gradually unraveling at the seams.)
He sits there a couple of seconds, studying Benedict. "Hey," he says at last.
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Bene looks up, glancing him over with a 'yes?' look about him, clearly wanting to tread carefully and not knowing quite how.
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"I want us to talk," he starts, "about our chat in your quarters the other day."
He sticks a spoon in his stew and turns it over a bit, but it's still too hot to tuck into yet. "I'm going to go out on a ledge and say you don't get why I was upset."
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He shrugs with a small shake of his head.
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That's more or less exactly what he's wondering.
"No matter where you go," he begins, "folks who look at you, hear you talk, they're always going to know you're from Tevinter, aren't they? It's--" a vague gesture, "how you talk. How you walk. It's a part of you, isn't it?"
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