[open] far from my mother's home

[altusimperius]

WHO: Benedict and you
WHAT: October catch-all
WHEN: throughout Harvestmere
WHERE: Kirkwall dungeon/gay baby jail
NOTES: will add if necessary

For Riftwatch members in good standing, there's a built-in captive audience residing in a cell below the Kirkwall mage tower. One barred window peeks out onto the dreary courtyard, and on the opposite wall an interior door opens onto a dark, torchlit hallway, a bench placed on the wall facing in for the comfort of guests and interrogators.

Inside the cell, every day is the same. Sometimes Benedict is sleeping on the little bed supported by chains from the wall, sometimes he's pacing, sometimes he's standing on his toes to rest his chin on the windowsill, hands gripping the bars to keep himself upright, starved for any form of stimulation whatsoever.

Increasingly, he can be found sitting or lying on the floor of his cell, staring at the ceiling or fiddling with the straw scattered on the floor, bending and twisting it in such a way that, on closer inspection, he might be trying to figure out how to weave it.

Visitors will find him quite receptive, even excited to see them. Unless they're Flint.

Comments

[sulahnan]

It's not the answer she's expecting, which means it takes her a second to recognize the instructions for what they are. And by then, she's already thinking that this sounds like a lot more work than rolling a joint and smoking it. She's already developed muscle memory for that.

"Hmm," she hums. "Sounds kinda complicated. Maybe I'll just wait until they let you out and you can show me."

An olive branch, if one was needed. And spoken with the confidence that he won't just rot in this dungeon forever. Hopefully her stubborn optimism is at least a tiny bit comforting, rather than simply naive.

[altusimperius]

It merits a little smile, at least, however timid. Benedict rests his head against one of the bars in a gesture that would formerly have signaled a sort of casual smugness, and now is simply... sad.

"I will," he says, so quietly it barely makes a sound. He isn't certain he believes he'll ever be out of here, but it's nice that someone does.