[open] tiptoe through the window

[altusimperius]

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

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.)

Comments

[ragweed]

Kit looks from Benedict's uncertain expression to the Templar lurking behind him. He can't very well tell the chaperone of the hour to shove off, much though he wishes he could. Instead, he just tries to put them out of his mind, looking back to Benedict again with a grimace.

"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."

[altusimperius]

The grimace says it all. Benedict bristles slightly in advance, on his guard and waiting for something to go badly-- but then Kit is calm about it, which relaxes him some.
He shrugs with a small shake of his head.

[ragweed]

Kit rubs a thumb across his eyebrows, angling the cigarette away from his face. "All right," he murmurs, but he sounds more like he's talking to himself than to Benedict; like he's wondering out loud how he's supposed to teach basic empathy to the Gallows' resident brat princeling.

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?"

[altusimperius]

Still wary, Benedict gives a nod and a shrug. "...I guess," he mumbles.