[open] nothing can break

[altusimperius]

WHO: Benedict and yoooou
WHAT: The princess is dealing with a lot right now. Help him (or make it worse)
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: will add warnings as needed

I. Around and About

Things are strange these days, but at least Benedict has a job. Being the chamberlain means it's his responsibility to see that guests are comfortable, which means suddenly a goodly portion of the rooms in the Gallows towers are under his care.
As few expected, he takes the job seriously. With his board and his quill he moves from room to room on a daily basis, glancing over those unoccupied and ringing for service in those that have borne guests, making sure their sheets are turned down and their curtains arranged at the most pleasing angle for their return.

He can be found pacing the halls at these times, his step brisk and his brow furrowed in concentration.


II. The Library

And then there are the times he sets aside each day to do research alone; what he's studying isn't obvious, and he's not especially forthcoming about it, but it's a fair number of medical and magical texts that he seems to pull from the stacks.
When not actively reading, sometimes he's just sitting by one of the big windows, cup of tea in hand and gaze distant.


III. Sloppy Bitch O'Clock

Perhaps the reason Bene is keeping so busy, or at least one of them, is that there have been a lot of recent events giving him feelings and problems he doesn't know how to handle. Being aloof means there isn't a lot of opportunity to work things out with friends he doesn't have, and one night something just crumbles.

He's in the Hanged Man (if you're going to do it, why not do it right), already several drinks in and draped over a chair by the fireplace, waxing poetic about how important he is in Tevinter, how he'll be a Magister someday, maybe once all this madness is worked out.
It's frankly a miracle he hasn't been shivved yet.


For Kitty

It's time to pick out new curtains for some of the guest rooms, and Benedict is in Hightown Market wearing his fancy important person clothes while inspecting the goods at a textile stand. He looks up for a moment and, catching sight of Kitty, gives a smirk and a roll of his eyes. Oh hey.

Comments

[altusimperius]

It sounds complicated, far more complicated than anything Bene could do on his own. He knows trace amounts of healing magic, enough to staunch a small wound or stop a bruise hurting; this seems like serious, painstaking and skilled work.

"...maybe," he admits, "but let me talk to them first." Whoever 'them' is, he's not revealing just yet.

[justice_is_blond]

After a moment, Anders inclines his head.

"Of course. A patient is a patient, and deserves confidentiality." He'd suspect 'they' didn't exist if not for the fact that Benedict isn't blanching or glancing at his body. There really is a 'they' out there. And Benedict... may actually care about someone that's not himself. That's an interesting development.

"You know how and where to find me if you need me."

[altusimperius]

An interesting development indeed! Good thing Anders doesn't know the truth behind it and definitely never will, at least if Bene has any say in the matter (he often doesn't).
"...thanks," he says, a bit reluctantly, the word forming strangely in his mouth. He means it, it's just not something he's used to saying.

[justice_is_blond]

"You're welcome." Thanks have been rare from Benedict. Anders couldn't say with any confidence that the young man is perhaps starting to treat people decently and letting the stuck-up-noble go a little... but it's a good sign.

Anders gets up and returns to his rather hopeless search of the shelves. One day the library will prove useful.